"zuckerburg" poems - Hello Poetry

john cougar mellencamp jettisoned “cougar” long ago it served its purpose now it’s up for grabs beyonce cougar knowles mark cougar zuckerburg donald cougar trump the ***** cougar poet

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Oct 6, 2022

Oct 6, 2022 at 8:55 AM UTC

the-dirty-poet

JOHN COUGAR MELLENCAMP

john cougar mellencamp jettisoned “cougar” long ago it served its purpose now it’s up for grabs beyonce cougar knowles mark cougar zuckerburg donald cougar trump the ***** cougar poet

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I often think of you, the one that got away. The nights staying up until 4am I regret nothing. I wish you would let me stay I thought to you my humor would mean something But alas. It is you after all, Mark zuckerburg.

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Apr 10, 2020

Apr 10, 2020 at 6:25 AM UTC

Geoffrey_adams

Facebook Jail

I often think of you, the one that got away. The nights staying up until 4am I regret nothing. I wish you would let me stay I thought to you my humor would mean something But alas. It is you after all, Mark zuckerburg.

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The Dumbarton Bridge begins with fetid life and ends in Zuckerburg's hollowed-out castle-- the sharp lines and primary colors of a tantrum. The San Mateo Bridge begins with a ramp into the heavens, welcoming all motor vehicles to the same celestial kingdom, then proceeds to descend into the bay, leaving passengers eye-level with the sea birds collecting on floating lampposts-- funneling traffic through the waves back to the baffled freeway. On the weekends we followed the road from our apartment until it stopped-- dead-ended at a nature reserve. The salt marshes were littered with the worn posts of wooden structures, caked in white, offered with penance to the birds whose long beaks needled the shoreline... The remains of pools in candy-colored reds and pinks, the rust-colored scrub that looked like coral springing from the corners of the pathways that lined cracking beds of arid, once-was, soupy water.

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Sep 14, 2021

Sep 14, 2021 at 4:20 PM UTC

katsphilosophy

Two Bridges and a Road

The Dumbarton Bridge begins with fetid life and ends in Zuckerburg's hollowed-out castle-- the sharp lines and primary colors of a tantrum. The San Mateo Bridge begins with a ramp into the heavens, welcoming all motor vehicles to the same celestial kingdom, then proceeds to descend into the bay, leaving passengers eye-level with the sea birds collecting on floating lampposts-- funneling traffic through the waves back to the baffled freeway. On the weekends we followed the road from our apartment until it stopped-- dead-ended at a nature reserve. The salt marshes were littered with the worn posts of wooden structures, caked in white, offered with penance to the birds whose long beaks needled the shoreline... The remains of pools in candy-colored reds and pinks, the rust-colored scrub that looked like coral springing from the corners of the pathways that lined cracking beds of arid, once-was, soupy water.

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We see the world from a rectangle Gotta get the selfie from the right angle We're all living life virtually Nothing's done purposefully Social media's creating divides Selling millions on ******* lies Zuckerburg is one messed up guy He claims we're connected But last time I checked, I don't feel love from a Facebook message Post post post Gloat gloat gloat Til **** gets real And you remember how you feel It's so easy to hide behind my phone Telling myself if I get 100 likes how could I be alone? Technology is turning me into a drone

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC

JohnM9596

SELFie

We see the world from a rectangle Gotta get the selfie from the right angle We're all living life virtually Nothing's done purposefully Social media's creating divides Selling millions on ******* lies Zuckerburg is one messed up guy He claims we're connected But last time I checked, I don't feel love from a Facebook message Post post post Gloat gloat gloat Til **** gets real And you remember how you feel It's so easy to hide behind my phone Telling myself if I get 100 likes how could I be alone? Technology is turning me into a drone

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