Pyrrhic Victory For An Oversharer Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I can only do three things at once
Summon a demon whose ancient Babylonian name means "too much"
Strange through the wire at the hour we plot an escape from the same old same
Bloodhounds picking up the scent of the undersharer

I don't know but know this - she feels cute, later she should be hung upside down and beaten on the soles of her feet
Later, mutation's bell tolls for used up anecdotes
Fanciful future killers should decimate your bygone depravity
On patrol just outside your epoch, sealing your epoch with an impenetrable wall so nothing can get out

I've not heard this language before
It makes a liar out of windows and doorways
Could be chirping birds or metal gears grinding out sparks
Someone speaks the word "rutabaga" and the faithful go quiet
Logic can be taken straight like this, no need to mix in interpretation