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Strangely it looks
How his world collide with thine
Still happy is he
For it's a pleasure he cherish
So Zeus sat there
Scrolling through Twitter
Lightning lit up the sky
Because Zeus saw something he didn't like
So Zeus sat there
Scrolling through Twitter
Tweeting when he saw fit
Zeus is born in Crete,
he grows up to be quite an athlete.
Populated the cosmos even though married,
he tailed it all including fairies.
There are no boundaries for this philanderer,
If you’re sick and tired
Of our people getting shot
Then it’s time we change
The government we got
What’s the point of crying
Useless tears and leaking snot
There was a foolish President by the name of Donald Trump,
Elected as a leader as the least of two great evils,
Who seldom did much else except for sitting on his rump
Feeling Like A Rag Doll,I am disabled by birth.I am paralyzed fromthe waist down!!!!
All of my life I've livedwith this!! I cannot stand-up on my ownbut with help I can!!
(I wrote this poem about the effects of social media for my English class. It doesn't
rhyme but it has a little repetition. I don't know how this website works but if
you can, feel free to share feedback!)
Pres. Donald J. Trump
cannot be trusted!!
Pres. Donald J. Trump
doesn't care about the
"American People"!!
He especially doesn't
care about us disabled
citizens!!
Instagram, Facebook,
That is all it took,
Took to lead these teens
Out into the streets
To live what they'd seen
On some little screen.
Hundreds of Millions of
Messanger birds
Soaring across the world.
It sure is a miracle
That none of them crash
Into each other.
Social Media, feeding the
Obsession. Expression
which switches
Depression to Repression.
Lies disguise
our devotion to true emotion.
Self-Hatred, the secret sacred
Entity for a hurting Identity.
I had a good talk with a good someone. Realization that i don't have to keep any of you posted on nothing.. Nothing at all.
If you need to know , you probably know.
What horror has appeared on screenWhat ghastl things that can be seenFrom cyber-space an image bearsUpon my monitor with a thousand shares
Social media is the worlds imagination.
You can be anything you want.
Doctor, nurse, rapper, singer, model...those are the most popular.
All you need is a few followers.
All my life I questioned if he existed. Until one day everything changed,
I met people who loved me
Who loved him with all their heart
A ‘somebody’ to me is someone who is successful. Somebody who can tell their future kids someday that you can accomplish anything with determination and self-discipline. For me, a ‘somebody’ also means someone who can change people’s lives.
Exposing my face on Facebook,
or tweeting my teeth on twitter.
That is not who I am really.
#twitter is my biggest distraction
#distracted
Your being distracted
Hypnotized by hashtags memorized by the masses old slaves to the new master
The media is trying to make a fool out of us
Who am I?
I am not my facebook page
I am not the number of likes on my Instagram post
I am no the numbe of retweets on Twitter
I am me.
I am loving, caring, and kind
I am friendly, funny, and quiet
"Who is this? Nigga on IG, always on posting pics.
Never get the chicks.
Always with the shits.
Man that nigga lame.
I blow more L’s and got way more change”
F or those who lose sleep over the opinion of sheep,
L ose a sene of self-respect.
A dmiration for the things I have done
W ill never define who I truly am.
L eadership fuels my body on a daily basis, however
A goodbye unsaid, but written.
A rope tied and left to hang.
A person jumped, but never reached the ground.
Social Media
Facebook -
Making a page that will deliberately describe what I want to say.
I am inadequate.
(is that an SAT word?)
adj. lacking the quality or quantity required; insufficient for a purpose
In a world chock full of Merit Scholars, and teenage charity founders, and tech wizards,
Kk teachers these days just, like,
seriously need to chill out!
i don't get what the heck all the fuss is about
They should
like
go smoke a joint or something
I paid for my sins with a couple our fathers
Five Hail Mary’s and I didn’t even bother
Wrapping up the prayer coz I didn’t see the point
Church congregation I reluctantly joined
Facebook asking me to write something
Asking God to leak inspiration from my veins
Open the floodgates of Heaven and pour out my pain
It pains me, that I am not living to my full potential
