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Grant Boer May 2013
Hidden-
Now seen

Summer is coming
Winter is passed
Winter is past
Winter is pacified
White sheets conceiling black ice and hidden lust
Shone bright against clear sky the glimmer blinds, lies

Summer is coming
Winter is over
Winter exists
Winter will never leave
Bright sun and thick air surround and subdue the grey,,
Lust has its way and love sighs away

Winter has love
Winder hides lust
Shifting snow spurs on those who wander and solidifies the doubt

But summer,
Summer is here
and Secrets and lovers must be torn asunder
Nolan Davis Nov 2014
You pride yourself on being an Instagram ******.
To hide the fact that you're a scholastic flunkie.
Your body may be skinny, but your attitude is chunky.
But that doesn't matter, your boyfriend is hunky.
You're just another member of this generation.
Using social media to seek validation.
Unwilling to join the societal relegation.
You snap another selfie to provide esteem inflation.

Congratulations on finally being Instafamous!
Appealing to all, from beauty to heinous.
Leading the change to a society of nameless.
With actions to show that you are truly shameless.

As a child, Mom and Dad said it was "just a phase."
Growing up, you lived the life that was "all the rage"
But now that your face has taken center stage.
It's time to see how your true colors have aged...
Instagram should name a filter after you,
For all the nights that you went through,
Matching the right lighting and tone
For people to view on their telephone:
Your perfect hair,
Your perfect eyes,
That perfect smile,
Conceiling lies.
Your perfect body,
Your perfect chest,
Convince them all,
That you're the best.
2000 men,
And many more,
Still totally think,
You're an instawhore!

Congratulations on finally being Instaqueen,
The idol to girls under seventeen.
A product raisedon a Disney screen,
Maybe now you'll get what they truly mean...

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