There are whispers on the internet, in the shadows and in the streets.

There is talk of revolutions in the basements of sent out tweets.

It is loud and often teary, and frothy and sometimes dumb.

But the activists are organized in the homes of Dad and Mom.

There are solutions for the masses, if the old would just comply.

But who would cook the dinners? If all the old folks die.

The are fly’s still in the ointment. Leading minds are working out.

No more news to report right now, from the lands of pose and shout.