most of the time i'm here,
enmeshed in pixel cobwebs
like ancient television static,
i'm hardly going
to feel ashamed as when
the first television set
polarised audiences so that
entire communities congregated
to the house of one man
who owned one -
don't you feed me that crap
about social media and intrusion
like some sort of voyeurism,
you put up the **** yourself
so you're stripping and posting
the things you want to be seen
of your own accord;
ah *****, where's the professionalism?!
don't make me feel like ******
you with a full consent transaction!
*** and a guilt trip,
should have steered away from easy
money and people like me
forgetting getting girlfriends was hard
and hands sometimes didn't do enough
justice.