Merchants of Outrage

you, you merchants of outrage
out there and everywhere,
are the deafening sounds
of two moron aged echo chambers,
taking advantage via saturation
while f*****g up my holidays.
you, you angry armchair warriors
group thinking in a very shameful way,
are the threatening hounds,
pretending auto hate is a talking point.
like a pack of f*****g stray dogs,
sans any kind of natural reason to your bark.
i despise both sides of you, truly,
i really do and i also mean this,
go f**k yourself.