Sometimes you have to take the observers
With a pinch of Sodium.
As their self-indulgent eloquence
licks the end of every word and their egos
Nurture the thoughts that precede them.
They can only take one step
In which direction
To say their own opinions.
They snort, they scoff and push
Until their sore insecurities
Have become a bully of their own making.
They’ve learnt to stare with
The steam of Smaug
Drifting from their nostrils.
Their talk causes concern,
But not as much as our silence