Hey ****
Are you small
Can you fit
Can you find a comb that fit
Can you last a long time

Hey ****
Can you satisfied me

Last nite I had a dream
This one where you were
All up inside and I was loving it
Than there was rain and thunder
With your sweaty and dirt hands
Why am I going to argue with him?

Hey your **** right here honey’
I’m thinking working part of my body
It never ceases to a ***** mind
Love to prematurely ***** chomp
I meant lovely,

Can I sing you a song under are covers while you sleeping
Wake up
Standing over you looking’possessed like a badly horror films

See the light from outside blinds you and blacks out my front
I think you will never talk to me again

Been known to be like that
Scared people off
Everything I do
Just get so excited when you can’t talk to me
Kid ready to run his big mouth about her day?

Brown hair, soft lips
Blue eyes closed tight
Let me be the one
Will wakes you up tonight

With your soft, soft kisses
And that gentle touch
Girl, I want you
Very much

Once you open your beautiful blue eyes
I should hold you tight
Let me be the one
Will wake you up tonight

I watched you die
Wasn't there next to you
Nowhere in your site
Just on my cell phone
Watching you die
While the next meme follows in the timeline
I saw your family cry
I've never met them
Don't even know anyone who knows them
Saw them on a YouTube
While going through recommended videos
I tuned in to your hashtag
Followed for a few minutes
Liked a few tweets
But didn't retweet
Hit the arrow on the top left
And went back to my timeline
After I watched you take your last breath
You lay lifeless
Not fortunate enough to die in the energy of love
Immortalized in the death of many
But many isn't enough for change
Ever a hashtag
Sustained by newsreels and half­hearted court cases, likes and retweets
Until I watch the next you die in my timeline
Worse yet, I'll read of their demise in a headline
Just last week a man lost his testicles, teeth, and life after a routine stop on the highway, the story
didn't trend or make it into my timeline

You say that your friends
Can find a welcoming ear
In their time of need

But I know
Of hundreds of shouting matches
Half as many protested more-than-hugs
Days in and out of manipulation and deceit on both sides
Years of saying "you have no right to feel that way"
Many doged questions
Minutes shouting down every expression that you disproved of
Several iterations of "you'll die alone"
Days and nights hidden in offside rooms for fear
A few good slaps
And a laptop against the wall at age eight
That all demand to differ

What the f*ck is this generation called?
It is WhatsApp, Twitter and Facebook generation
All these are messaging app
Yes! This explains the mess age
The age of social mess
We call it #MESSAGE...

There you are
pretty as a picture
the perfect life
you eat amazing food!

Thank you for sharing
Your private thoughts
Your personal contacts
how you shop
where you travel
Where you work

You gave me permission
To control you
when you signed up
to play that game
the game that tells you
which Brady Bunch Kid
Is most like you

a small price to pay
for your ignorance
you are not alone
two billion idiots
myself included