Armchair activist
I love to complain
Resting on my laurels
I don’t change a thing
Game is on
I know how to play
Debates in the posts
I have much to say
This chair is my bench
A gavel I raise
Mind racing opinions
Intelligence sideways
Remote and my cell
Only words that I claim
Gossip about others
“They’re all the same!”
World has gone to hell
So why even vote
Check is in the mail
But I’m still broke
Classified ads
I don’t have a job
Why bother to apply
Instead I’ll just shop
Reclined and comfy
Rocking to and fro
Let me try to fix you
A mouth-running show
Resting on my laurels
I don’t change a thing
Armchair activist
I love to complain