People of all ages sitting in a circle staring at the ground, ceiling, etc. a few twitching.
"Hi, I'm Fred."
"Hi Fred"
"I started this group because I found that I was on Hello Poetry 24/7. I got an account and I loved it. At first I was only on a little, posting one or two poems a day. But I loved it so much I began spending more time on it. It became a problem when I was fired for focusing on Hello Poetry instead of the heavy machinery I was operating. I was drinking so much coffee so I didn't have to sleep that I couldn't think straight. I began writing strange poems about adhesive sloths and grapes. My wife threatened to leave me if I didn't delete my account. I tried to stay off it but, it didn't work out. My wife took my kids and told me that I was too irresponsible. I responded with a limerick. She was very mad and left immediately after. I really want to stop being addicted to Hello Poetry and when I asked I got an overwhelming response from people who felt the same. If everyone could please introduce themselves in a clockwise direction."
"Hi… I'm… um… kittylover682"
"Hi kittylover682"
"So… I used to have a name, but now I can only remember my screen name. In fact, that is really the only part of my identity that remains. I miss obsessing over kitties and petting them, but now I just spend all my time on Hello Poetry. I used to have such a kitty-full life! I had so much potential! i made friends with every type of kitty, even new ones, i never discriminated. I met persian kitties, and alley kitties and tabby kitties and I went and pet them and showed them love… then i got kicked out of people's houses for sneaking in to pet their kitties… but my point is, kitties were my LIFE! And now, my life revolves around that little lightening bolt and i can only seem to speak in metaphors. That lightning bolt is the death of my heart, the thorn in my side, the electricity that warps my body and it just… it is a storm inside of my life. The agony when i see that my lightning bolt is not lit up with a notification… it is an undying fiery hell within my soul. I makes me want to… to… well, it makes me consider leaping off of cliffs or in front of trains… but the only thing that stops me is the hindering idea that I may have to get off of hello poetry for a few moments to go do that so I remain, under my bed on my computer, posting poetry, reading poetry, commenting, liking, reposting… its a VICIOUS CYCLE!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!!!!”
“Hi I’m DaPoet”
“Hi DaPoet”
“Like, kittylover682 I had a different name, but this is MUCH cooler. I don’t think I have a problem, because who says there is anything wrong with being a poet? Also I’m not a normal poet. All of my poems are also raps. I’m here because my mom thinks I have a problem. Apparently choosing poetry over sleep and school is not okay. I don’t understand her ‘logic’”
“Hi I’m DYING”
“Hi Dying”
“No, that’s not my name, who CARES what my name is?! I’m only still here and not on Hello Poetry right now because my sister has chained me to this chair and bolted it to the floor. She thinks I need help but I AM DYING! I need to get on it! I DON’T HAVE A PROBLEM! I’M FINE! I’M FINE! GIVE ME BACK MY LAPTOP!”
“Please calm down.”
“Shut up Fred!
There once was a man named Fred,
who got it into his stupid head,
that people needed to be cured,
of the obsession with the written word,
and as soon as I get unchained FRED IS GOING TO BE DEAD!”
“Okay… please stop creating violent limericks on the spot. We have all been there, there IS a way out.”
“I DON’T WANT A WAY OUT! I HATE TO SHOUT, BUT WITHOUT A DOUBT YOU ARE A BIG DUMB LOUT!”
“Okay, stop making really ****** rhymes please.”
“Well then… GIVE ME BACK MY LAPTOP!”
“Okay… let’s just move on. We’ll come back to you. Next person, please go on, I’ll duct tape his mouth shut. Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver, after all.”
“Hi I’m…Sally”
“Excuse me, could you put down your phone while you introduce yourself?”
“No… Oh my gosh, Poetry is Life started trending!”
“I’m sorry what?”
“My fourth latest poem started trending!”
“YAY!” *everyone claps and congratulates Sally
“No. No more Hello Poetry. We are supposed to stop obsessing over poetry and be cured from this addiction.”
“I don’t want to be cured.”
“I love Hello Poetry”
“Why don’t we change this to a spoken word club!”
“Yes!”
“Hi I’m DaPoet and I declare this a new spoken word club!”
“YAY!”
“No no no! I created this to-” Sally clubs Fred in the head with her phone and he drops dead
“YAY! FRED IS DEAD!”
“He was hit in the head”
“And we are now free”
“To write continuous poetry!”
“And become more obsessed instead!”
The end.
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