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The Death of Social Media


The universe has changed itself 
from core to skies above 
with a billion ways of sharing
our million forms of love. 
These headlines we present ourselves 
too often alter egos 
and these followers are fooled 
faster than fastest, baldest eagles. 
"Looking to get booked" they say
"Inquiries" they speak of... 
Then build this must for trust in things 
that WE know nothing of. 
Some share all their emotion counts, 
some can't tell them apart
some down to double tapping screens
to glance at little hearts.
Hate comes from lack of "likes"
"likes" go to whats not real
Its almost like this social shit 
runs how we truly feel. 
So "SCREEN!!!" I scream
"oh bloody screen
I do not have a clue! 
I do not know how mIphone is 
Dictating my to do's!
It said that there's a way for me 
to filter all the signs 
that transport these illusions 
from a caption to the mind. 
I say don't give up living
for a quick push of a button
Let's not just look at news feeds 
for a topic of discussion. 
 So when you push for Siri 
and you're asking what to do
I hope that she ignores you 
or just says "It's up to you."

=)


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