Philosophical

It is better now that it is not so famous 
Trying to open your trap for something shiny 
To come out to write down for you to say 
Okay, man, here it is, my distillations 
 
But you know that both you and I 
Well, we and them we all call us 
Whistle blowers and barkers 
Because in essence we make nothing but noise 
For the truth is plain to see 
The facts speak for themselves 
 
Have you heard them speak? 
They do and say 
 "Look there!" 
and 
 "Listen to that!" 
And that is about it 
 
The facts do speak 
Loudly for themselves 
Trying to point it out

Dear Poet