like a swarm of noise, a mouth, it moves
on a biped frame, in polished shoes .
across space and time, it spews these sounds
in tuxedos suits or in silken gowns .
it bares its teeth and squawks quite loudly
flaunting ties and bows pretty proudly .
the noise, the sounds, the squawks the same
taught to speak, and no refrain .
most mouths move and spew that way
few do manage a thing to say .
boisterous mouths, the incessant babels,
alternatively, perhaps, society just unravels .