#Untitled / poem about social media

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weak imp
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Pay no mind
To the sounds that draw you in
Sirens song of endless numbing
Entertainment, mere distraction,
What a miserable circus.
Can we even call this living
Where’s the social part of it?
Stuff yourself so full of falsehoods
A misery masquerade
Putting on a show of wholeness
A never-ending display.
You go on and on and on and on
Forever going down
This spiral and its sounds
Will never let you hit the ground.
And it seems to scratch that itch
The one that festers always blisters
When you see that life you want
You’d rather watch it than go live it
Keep your eyes trained. straining, seeing
One act after another—
Just performance! Just a scene!
Hands hands waving clapping snapping
Keep on watching keep on hearing
Stuff your face so full of it
Buffet of rapturous extravagance
Your empty mind’s a bottomless pit
You’re starving. still, you’re starving
You keep going back for more
The greed consumes it all
And even then the greed keeps taking.
But the worst part is
It’s by design and working just as promised
Your instinct wired for survival
Is now being manipulated
The only thing to try to do
Is free yourself from it
The clutches of these traps and snares
To live without distraction
For then you’ll know
The hum and pulse of life
A life of freedom
Free to take what you control
And live the way you’ve always wanted.

tender minnow
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I’d like to say “False Media” or “Lies of Life”

quasi gulch
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I think your nineth line is lovely for a title

tender minnow
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Ooo that does sound good

quasi gulch
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Misery Masquerade is also just a killer line

quasi gulch
tender minnow
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True

quasi gulch
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poem titles should not summarize a poem but rather add to it

tender minnow
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I forgot what I wanted to say

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😭🙏

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Sat listening to music in latin thinking about how dolores means suffer

weak imp
weak imp
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thank u both for the suggestions ! :D

tender minnow
tender minnow
weak imp
# tender minnow Wuh

dolores as in the name of a person but also to mean suffering ... theres a poem in there somewhere

quasi gulch
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I smell peak tbh

quasi gulch
ionic geyser
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”what a miserable circus” i liked

weak imp
weak imp