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How many friends would I actually have if I were to delete my Facebook and Twitter account? I wondered. It was the beginning of the twenty-first century and almost everyone had the magic tool that was the size of your palm to connect with anyone in the world who had the same type of magical tool but still I felt as lonely as I ever could. I thought of logging into my 'Cerebralpoet' Twitter account where I write poetry anonymously because I felt that people somehow loved in a selfish way the idea of an anonymous poet and I reckon it's because they felt that the words of an anonymous poet didn't have to represent a face and so they could pour in their own vanity and claim the prize of all the retweets. After all, the most popular poet in America is a man who was dead around eight-hundred years ago and he actually wrote poetry in Persian, not English. They think they love Rumi but they can't even read his poetry in it's purest form, in the original language as the true beauty of his poetry would get lost in translation. They think they love Cerebralpoet. "They think they love my poetry." I muttered under my breath. Man, the world is full of sympathetic phonies but no one knows what it's like to be the sad man. I laughed in my own head at the song I quoted. The song was alright but the guy who covered it and his actual attitude? That's irony right there.