What is this thing
you call “reality?”
I fear I cannot
breathe your atmosphere
On my planet, we live
in a city
In which our brains
and ears are never clear
Music and words and
photographs explode
From strangers hiding
from the prying eyes
Our frail brains boil
in constant overload
Commenting on the
posts of all youse guys
Outdoors today,
all I met were cheerful
Gave me a smile and
wave and happy “Hi!”
I doth wondered why
no one was fearful
Did things different
in the water lie?
Facebook I must flee to
write my poem
But what better place
there be to throw 'em?
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