Rotten Apples

Rotten apples, please

Again my friends stayed inside

Old fun, such a tease

Lost online, my words denied

Wind, sun, waves, and sights

Only seen on instagram

Running, flying kites

Profiles are real scams

Fake obligations in hand

"Likes" to impress peers

I'd change the thing that changed them

No smartphones, no fears

 

 

 

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