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i guess there are some people who just don’t realize how preposterous they sound when using social media. yeah, maybe you’re one. no one is safe from suspicion: -the comedians (their own biggest fan types) the witty commentators                     jumping in from the far corner. (you wonder how someone who learnt every word they know      from about six Archie comics is allowed to use social networking) -oh and the girls                    who post new selfies every day. (in fact there’s one, i swear, posts so often                       so regular                                       i barely need a watch. “here’s the three-fifteen cleavage shot.” —she’s long since been hidden!) and wait here’s that fella who speaks out about injustices; firecrackers taped in a doberman’s mouth, which is awful, sick, repulsive—and bravo for making the universe aware, i applaud thee, but it’s the rambling included about what you’d do if you ever caught them (curbstomping, mutilating, beatings) that gives me goosebumps. i don’t wanna see this kid’s mug in the paper next week/point & say “christ i knew it!” ..so maybe keep the ****** fantasy off the web, eh? & then of course the weirdness too weird to properly recall example: an acquaintance's call for attention “i need a hug :(“ and the random girl probably th’sister of a friend (which is bizarre in its own right, adding a friend's younger sibling.. but i won’t bother delving there tonight) who replies: *“hey you should come here instead and see the skunk that just came by my window if you wanna?”* —what is this absurdity? and hey here’s an answer to your original call: internet hugs don’t work.     computers don’t hug in binary, man. 0110101110101101111001010010101011011010110101110101010101                                          >—O—< —i’ll never understand it.
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Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 1:42 AM UTC
12:27 AM facebook propositions to come over & see a skunk
i guess there are some people who just don’t realize how preposterous they sound when using social media. yeah, maybe you’re one. no one is safe from suspicion: -the comedians (their own biggest fan types) the witty commentators                     jumping in from the far corner. (you wonder how someone who learnt every word they know      from about six Archie comics is allowed to use social networking) -oh and the girls                    who post new selfies every day. (in fact there’s one, i swear, posts so often                       so regular                                       i barely need a watch. “here’s the three-fifteen cleavage shot.” —she’s long since been hidden!) and wait here’s that fella who speaks out about injustices; firecrackers taped in a doberman’s mouth, which is awful, sick, repulsive—and bravo for making the universe aware, i applaud thee, but it’s the rambling included about what you’d do if you ever caught them (curbstomping, mutilating, beatings) that gives me goosebumps. i don’t wanna see this kid’s mug in the paper next week/point & say “christ i knew it!” ..so maybe keep the ****** fantasy off the web, eh? & then of course the weirdness too weird to properly recall example: an acquaintance's call for attention “i need a hug :(“ and the random girl probably th’sister of a friend (which is bizarre in its own right, adding a friend's younger sibling.. but i won’t bother delving there tonight) who replies: *“hey you should come here instead and see the skunk that just came by my window if you wanna?”* —what is this absurdity? and hey here’s an answer to your original call: internet hugs don’t work.     computers don’t hug in binary, man. 0110101110101101111001010010101011011010110101110101010101                                          >—O—< —i’ll never understand it.
absurdity everywhere i browse.. gonna put this up for a while & see what people think. i don't tend to write many rant-esque pieces so this is definitely a change-up.
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Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 1:42 AM UTC
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