Thanks to Peter and his 'Godawful Poetry Fortnight' , I'm here again with my sickly second offering.
I wandered lonely as a status update
I surfed, I liked, I borrowed.
In Twitter, I found a rowdy crowd,
In blogs I drowned my sorrow.
Before I knew what hit my soul,
I surfed, I read, I borrowed.
RSS feeds told me all I need,
Now I can’t tell today from tomorrow.
So oft upon my couch I lie,
I surf, I chat, drink Bordeaux.
I melt into my glowing screen,
The real world turns to shadows.
Our digital selves are quite complete,
We post, we like, we follow.
We haven’t met and yet we’re friends,
You should know by now I'm shallow.
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2 comments:
Brilliant! It's bad (what is bad anyway?but it still has a lovely tune to it.
Class! Hahahaha! Fitting 'tribute' to my least favourite poet also.
Love it!
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