They told the truth last night
In a drunken stupor
Ain't that a fine time
To bring on the candour
And not just some talking
That fades away like mist
It was right on the net
Let's get to the gist:
Un-buriable.
Un-erasable.
Unforgettable.
Unforgivable?
Nothing's black and white online
But it's not grey either, dark or light
Through a screen who would toe the line?
With such strange colours:
Blue and white.
They say everyone's a shade of grey
But what about pixels on a screen?
Detached, anonymous, defying grammar
Just 1 0 1 pumped out from a machine
We now have so many axes
Not just x and y
So many dimensions, intentions
That stretch into the sky—
Ding.
Time to log in.
Welcome to the new breeding grounds
For thought-germs to spread
Welcome to the masquerade
Where you cannot pretend
Welcome to Facebook
Let's catch up with your 'friends'.
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Anarchy
PoetryAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
