Saturday, February 28, 2015

Looking In the Wrong Book

Down and down I scroll
Looking for anything, something, someone
To fill this void, this blackish hole
That nothing here has yet to fill

Funny articles, hot chicks, lazy dicks
Tis naught but a urinal's wall space
Yet I scroll on, my thirst must be quenched
It grows and grows like a pubescent pregnant wench

What do I want from this pixelated fiefdom?
To be known and known as witty and awesome
Yes, my newly added friend, please like me and my status
No, no...

Love me
That is what I am ravenous for
Love is what I need
And the newsfeed scrolls ever onward

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