Social Media, Social Media, every one and all
Tell me how to get more followers on my wall
I want everyone to like me with every post and tweet
I want them to worship me though we’ll never really meet

Tell me which pic to pick or which way I should pose
And with every caption, what should I compose?
I wish to be the most cool and popular of the land
I’d love to have a life that’s rich, extravagant and grand

Should I post photos of my feet or my hairy derriere?
Will they fall for my arms, my chest, my lips, my stare?
Will they fantasize whenever they look into my eyes?
Tell me how do I get my numbers up, how do I advertise?

But social media answers with the more popular profiles
With good looking people having the brighter smiles
The beautiful, the stunning seem to be live a life so chic
Now my ego feels like memes of broken dreams, fragile and weak
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I know you've only just walked away,
But 10 minutes feels like yesterday!
I'm checking teams for that green light
Faking emails all through the night

My chest feels like its out of puff,
The butterflies too are all too much
I'm pacing rooms, and every hall,
Trying not to make a call

I've sent a note, an email plea,
Hoping you'd write back, to me!
It's so unfair, that you not here
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear

I stare from afar, a lovesick fool,
My face keeps beaming, its just not cool
To sit and fake a glancing touch
Makes my smile but drives me nuts

Your **** voice, and a skirt so tight
Why do you have to look so right!!
It's not just me that thinks your fit
Half the office considers it!

I'd force the lift to stop mid way
Just to kiss you, right away.
Ten minutes, good lord, it's a test!
My beating heart, it just won't rest.

Without your presence, I'm just lost,
I'm considering how much this is gonna cost
To my health I mean, not my wallet
Please come back, and I'll write you a sonnet

I'm almost positive I heard them talking

Talking in their protective, yet complaining manner

They say, they only get to interact with the weak

They say, they're all too often held responsible for the bond between others

What's the matter with them?

They're the ones full of chemistry

They're the ones who can escape scott free

While I have to stay inside and act positive about it

Just once I'd like to not be in the middle of everything

So amusing was it to see
All these faces smiling at me—
Gaunt faces echoing me—
Dancing with restless chagrin.

All these echoes grinning at me,
Constantly unsettling me,
Peering ever down at me,
Searching from outside within.

Swaying— with repugnant glee.
Brandishing— a pound of flesh.
The consequence— separate reality?

you don't understand correctly,
if I put it very gently.
if I put it even lighter,
you just have no sharp, nor sharpener.

bumbling, rumbling, only starting
and already I'm spiralling.
all your arguments are fluff —
not for win, just senseless stuff.

speaking frankly, face to face
I cannot slow down my pace.
that could be your process issue,
take your time, not here to fish you.

you're drowning faster, out of breath.
is that beet-red now your face?
bless your heart, my mister Nonsense,
try your card. Mine Ace. Yours? Worthless.

They shot the hostage
with the shrink ray.
And before the kidnapper
could get their bearings,
they blasted the tiny hostage
with their replicator beam.
As duplicate hostages
swarmed the tarmac,
like ants at a picnic,
a voice boomed from
the hidden megaphone–
We are giving you
thirty seconds to choose
whether you prefer to
battle a thousand tiny
lightly-armed hostages,
or one gargantuan
unarmed hostage.
As the kidnapper lifted
a boot to squash
the nearby clones,
a drone swooped in
with a payload of
a thousand tiny swords.
Excellent news,
boomed the voice.
We all hoped
this is how
it would end.