The twitter feed is burning
with all of our collective yearning
to be heard,

so, we feed the bird
one tweet that is
absurd,

But we are just
a bunch of voices
creating
a cacophony
of ego driven
insanity.

Poor posts
of Instagram photos,
but though
we look through those
do we ever
really get to know
the person therein.

We are image obsessed,
possessed by a
dark demon dog of doubt
that keeps barking and nibbling
till the likes are dripping,
up to the tipping point,
and we start tripping
over the fiction
we made to share.

Artificial connections
may be good in a
few instances,
but they can’t hug
the hurting,
cannot console in person,

when you won’t even leave
your sweat stained
**** smelling
swelling seat cushion
that you have been pushing
down in the same direction
your human connections are going.