Of all the places we turn our face
The echo chamber is my favorite space
Filled with voices that are just like me
All my thoughts can be radically free
Never challenged corrected, rebuked, or scorned
I’m always applauded, approved, and adorned
Unknown authors I certainly will not read
And nothing distasteful should show on my feed
My favorite thinkers always affirm what is clear
That I am brilliant, maybe man of the year
As I think about next my vacation
I’ll avoid all that brings me frustration
By finding a place most definitely
That I can stay in perpetuity
