Do you ever Google?
I heard they call you "USERS";
I mean, do you care?
Our lives are now viral,
a flush of the toilet,
a death-summoning spiral.
Funnels of sheer torment,
Kirsten Stewarts pretty hair,
...it's like noone's even really there.
All locked in a block of info,
only CIA's aware.
Some weird files to share, locked up in a cloud.
Do these clouds rain on men?
Do they make them run?
Summon a sea of umbrellas beneath?
It's a sea of despair,
and was meant to be fun, worthy of a stare, here and there.
Now all gone.
But to have lives abolished in shame...
Is it a game? A Facebook event?
Do we just pretend?
No way to explain,
Not even a gain.
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 3:07 AM UTC
Do you ever Google?
I heard they call you "USERS";
I mean, do you care?
Our lives are now viral,
a flush of the toilet,
a death-summoning spiral.
Funnels of sheer torment,
Kirsten Stewarts pretty hair,
...it's like noone's even really there.
All locked in a block of info,
only CIA's aware.
Some weird files to share, locked up in a cloud.
Do these clouds rain on men?
Do they make them run?
Summon a sea of umbrellas beneath?
It's a sea of despair,
and was meant to be fun, worthy of a stare, here and there.
Now all gone.
But to have lives abolished in shame...
Is it a game? A Facebook event?
Do we just pretend?
No way to explain,
Not even a gain.
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