the Internet creates false idols
that wander and spend change
only ever speaking words
through their eager fingers
yet we follow
and the screen obsessed children continue
they rule with soft hands and soft touch
50mm Soft Focus
and we believe in their lips
their eyes
their hair
their makeup
their nails
their lives
we believe and we follow
but every so often
we're reminded how shallow they can be
petty fights
indignant rights
cheap plastic doesn't look cheap
with the right filter
weird, we judge people's lives
through silicon screens
there's a fear of digging deep some hold
personally I'd rather feel
rough skin and rubbery nails
thick hair to run fingers through
long limbs and bony elbows
narrow hips that don't hold his jeans up
thin fingers and slow breathing
torn skin with bumpy scars
silk sheets and warm toes
I'd rather see
rimmed glasses and brown eyes
soft smirks that hint at porcelain teeth
broad shoulders that hunch a little
small moles that lead to nowhere
I'd rather hear gravelly voices
low timbre with my name on tongue
so tell me
are the lips you spend so long plumping
announcers of aspect truth?
do your words have substance full of vermouth?
do you love the life you live or live to wander?
have you done anything special?
have you had a lot of good news?
tell me, really tell me...
can you do all this without posting it for views?