Yentas

Catch two yentas chattering and you're in for an insightful experience. Their syntax is roughly correct, in that they are using a form of language that is approximately precise, but the substance is free of anything worth communicating.

Like a lingering electrical signal making muscles twitch reflexively after the body is dead, they babble out an infinite stream of undirected consciousness in an unrelenting fountain of effluvia propelled by their hedonistic joy of making noise.

No law prevents this sort of public pollution.