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I don't belong, In this "modern age" Mom said,"Mandy, You need a face book page" I had one, once that I abandoned I must've forgotten why It didn't take me long, To remember, it's all a lie I prefer the woods, You can't "filter" the view of an evergreen No downloads in nature, Just life, real and clean The sound of squirrels at play, The smell of rotten leaves Watching the breaking of day, No cleavage shown Not a ***** in site, Unless the deer are in rut Then you just might No "look at me's" No "See what I've got" Social media, I believe, Causes brain rot If I'm not in the woods, My nose is in a book Give me pretty words, Then I'll take a second look I already "friended", Pen and page I've nary a need, For a "fake book" page I like the dirt, Things that grow When it's winter, I like the snow I say,"Mom, I have an account, On a poetry site, Where people read poems And all of us write. Our words and dreams, Thats what we share And instead of our possessions or skin, Its our stories, we bare." Yea, I think it's safe to say I don't care for this modern age, And I've nary a single reason For "fake book" page
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
You Can't Filter The View Of An EverGreen
I don't belong, In this "modern age" Mom said,"Mandy, You need a face book page" I had one, once that I abandoned I must've forgotten why It didn't take me long, To remember, it's all a lie I prefer the woods, You can't "filter" the view of an evergreen No downloads in nature, Just life, real and clean The sound of squirrels at play, The smell of rotten leaves Watching the breaking of day, No cleavage shown Not a ***** in site, Unless the deer are in rut Then you just might No "look at me's" No "See what I've got" Social media, I believe, Causes brain rot If I'm not in the woods, My nose is in a book Give me pretty words, Then I'll take a second look I already "friended", Pen and page I've nary a need, For a "fake book" page I like the dirt, Things that grow When it's winter, I like the snow I say,"Mom, I have an account, On a poetry site, Where people read poems And all of us write. Our words and dreams, Thats what we share And instead of our possessions or skin, Its our stories, we bare." Yea, I think it's safe to say I don't care for this modern age, And I've nary a single reason For "fake book" page
I don't mean to offend. Just an opinion.
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
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