Slimy colorful gobs, paid for by advertising, innocent and fresh, newly designed but not really.
Crystallized into short, sharp syllables, oh I like that one, let me put it up.
Slung in the face of others, posted on line for all to read.
The colorful emotive gob smears sticky smush onto the insulted receiver pushing shades of anger.
Retaliation. New cheap gobs thrown back, no care in time spent writing short angry syllables. No need to.
Ready to eat, prepared insults. Modern food, brought to your house through an internet box. Tantelized with sugar, dangerous chemicals carefully massaged into symbolic globs, meaningfully shaped to look like good food, nourishing nothing.
Gobs of words paid for by ads. Supported by spending money aimed to throw more gobs. Each gob thrown earns a dollar for somebody.
Weak legs and arms, too tired to prepare any independent thoughts.
Reach for another already prepared, readily available gob and take aim.
marysgardens 
We are becoming too comfortable consuming the tasteless dogma in our doggie dish!