It is not like a feeding frenzy,
In the bay boy, by the dock with youbread
by the loaf.
Just add seagulls
and a boat.
It is not like a gang fight, between
The Crows and The Gull,
at a MacDonald's entrance,
with some discarded
contra-
band,
in a Marked and torn paper bag.
Three are always
clad in black and
one dressed in grey..... or white.
It is not like any of that,
It is like standing in a silent room,
There is no clapping, nor thunderous Boom,
of approval, a the speed of sound, and of light,
the white is blinding, the emptiness binding,
on all sides. Suffocate my self-esteem from miles and miles away,
if Social Media Therapy, is all I got
something has to change, that isn't LIKE me.
See my poem in this poem SMT (Social Media Therapy)
