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?