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The Internet killed me (Screenshot)
1) Facebook betrayed me
The internet killed me
Rogers robbed while Ma Bell billed me
Virtual names dragged in virtual mud
All this scrolling and tagging has me coughing up real blood
Worse than never,
Cry me a river, forever.
The word meme is a meme of two me’s together.
We’re light as a feather, your tweets will never hurt me.
Turned off my notifications so nothing could alert me.
We meming, instead of meaning,
everyone is screaming that they’re streaming.
It’s Exhausting. Nothing viral but the virus,
Your message is dated, your font is papyrus.
Screen shot.
Screen shot.
Talk to the hand, I’m watching this download
Watching in real time while my social skills erode
Don’t write code, panic mode, deflecting.
Spent a half a lifetime un-autocorrecting,
Scrolling, downloading, rainbow balls spinning
Recovering data Nigerian sweepstake winning.
If lies are swords then I’m a swallower,
This song is my hipster cupcake.
Get me a friend, find me a follower
This poem is my status update.
Status uptick, John hashtag Updike
Uptown on the downswing, down home, uptight.
Downsize, upmarket on the Downbeat
Uptown girl going down on my retweet.
On repeat, waking up erected.
Tried to tell you I live you: I got autocorrected.
Off the record hope what I said leaks:
On the record, too many deadbeats on bedsheets.
You’re Tootie, I’m Mrs. Garret.
Polly amorous, I’m in love with a parrot.
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