The Lonely Crowd

            Have you ever wondered who are the loneliest peoples? In a society of Spacebook alienation and Googleplectic punchbutton infomation datafeed, it's not a competition. But I'd say it's a toss up between the rich and the poor, the young and the old, the wise and the foolish. And of course all of us left here in that slump of normalcy, smack in the middle of commonalities, where nothing ever really happens, yet.

             But this post is on those lonely people, right in the middle of their crowd. And of course that man on top of the financial dung heap. Yes I'm referring to that lonely paranoid kiss butt, who doesn't know what they're saying. Pity not the redundant, but give thought to the endless boredom that makes compulsive men twitter angrily. Dreams come not from that sleepless tower. Nothing he has to say, but to parrot that which is already most agreeable to all those other victim bullies sharing hatred in our lonely disassociated world. Soon the pendulum swings, but to where? We do not know. But wait. The last laugh is never in anger. One, Two, Three, Four; I declare a twitter war.