Remember back
when reading classics
was like experiencing bliss?
Now we’re all busy
sending nonsense out
into the abyss.

There’s no one waiting
to absorb our
twitter wit-with-a-twist
‘cause every poet is
busy offering up
their own Judas kiss.

And, we go on smiling
for the lens though
we’re an emotional wreck,
cause that broken
hearted poet thing
just don’t pay the rent,

and the grass is
always greener when
we’re cashing them checks,
so, we go on pretending
to be real while we’re
stacking the decks.

This poem was inspired by the #BeReal event over at Hastywords


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