Gargantuan slack-jawed
hunchbacked
creature pours itself over the seams of its dresses and kills flowers as it
drags pale soles across the eggshells
littering the ground.

We must starve it;
We must **** it;
When it looks in the mirror it cracks it.

Then heinous beast
no more shall feast
and emaciated it shall become.
A shell of a thing, a carcass in fact,
the meat falls off the bone,
but its brain is still intact.

Poor thing.
Warped thing.
You wouldn’t think she’s human,
this thing.

Oh a girl,
my age too,
she wants to be friends…

But maybe
she’s laughing,
behind some screen,
showing her friends
how stupid I sound,
how quickly
she was able
to deceive.

Or maybe—
she’s not even
a she.
Maybe it’s
a man.
Old.
Watching.
Preying.
behind a mask
of stolen pictures
and sweet words.

Or maybe,
I’m talking
to a ghost
a shadow of what’s
never existed
not here
or there
maybe not anywhere,
a figment of AI’s imagination.

Social Media, Social Media, every one and all
Tell me how to get more followers on my wall
I want everyone to like me with every post and tweet
I want them to worship me though we’ll never really meet

Tell me which pic to pick or which way I should pose
And with every caption, what should I compose?
I wish to be the most cool and popular of the land
I’d love to have a life that’s rich, extravagant and grand

Should I post photos of my feet or my hairy derriere?
Will they fall for my arms, my chest, my lips, my stare?
Will they fantasize whenever they look into my eyes?
Tell me how do I get my numbers up, how do I advertise?

But social media answers with the more popular profiles
With good looking people having the brighter smiles
The beautiful, the stunning seem to be live a life so chic
Now my ego feels like memes of broken dreams, fragile and weak
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I don't expect to get encomium
on social media
however
I hate the negativity
on social media

Poem 19
19.05.2016,

Explanatory poems with paid advertising included
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far away
buzzing
displaying myself and
things alone.

stereotyping
while mocking
stereotypes

a guy named by a famous poet
took pictures of me
somebody pays me to be and so I am in
this
landscape.

I paid the new God to advertise here.
21 of your friends like God,
his digital skills
In my online
free courses.

The burden of too much, I say.
Simplifying childhood may
protect us against mental health issues.
Raised well.
This life hurts
the bright side of me
I no longer have patience for.
Please, somebody give me a lemon
Just in case.

I feel sick of him
talking about bribery
but I eat news.
Arterial pressure.
How not to…it’s almost a miracle.

A fox is licking a screen.
falling in love with foxes.
it's funny that
my favourite place to see
my own photos is
a radio station,
at least so
far: a
military footprint.

Saltwater battery
can power your off the grid home
for 10 years. My dear, I
love you! Your daddy loves you. I’m sorry I
was trying to do something I
am writing it now
so I
can make myself heard.
Herd
live politics.
my life seems rich and unhappy
for a reason.

I’m El. so I paid
and I’m here.
Gigi Hadid analogy
with curves.

An image stuffed with birds.
Flying. Eating. Flamingo.
Wow.
I share memories.
Of my life. I
live from my memories. I
eat them. Insights
that become reality
thanks to people
they get a super network,
with generosity.
I work.
Tragedy happened.

Sold out
I support
victims of ‬fire.
There will be no fish in the ocean
in less than 40 years.
What is in essence
the difference between
the USSR
and
Germany during World War II
As a very witty response
to popular safety myths.
I should let my kid do at least 5
dangerous things.
Hopper.
I see pictures of
overpopulation and overconsumption
Tamara in Beverly Hills
advertising herself and her paintings
in black and white.

I’m new Y. I paid to be here.
Like me.
Subscribe and
get 12 weeks for just $12.
Plus, get a free tote bag.

Happiness is
reading a book
Drinking tea
I acknowledge somebody wrote
something about
what I imagine I successfully perform
so I’m writing
something about
making a popcorn live show.
Artists. Celebrities.
Love. Amazing.
It’s so great these people exist
so I can share
words of wisdom and beauty
A selfie of
my mom.
I put flowers in her hair.
Kids are educated in centers
meanwhile
Somebody important with
a name
we all know
once said
something
significant
so
I’m posting it here.

Blank faces in the midst of beautiful sounds, 
A thousand unread emails, eyeballs glued to the screen,
A pirouette daze, ghosting on fleck,
Giving it that bespoke hipster cred,

Entangled, encrypted, salty speech,
I cry to my social feed, a more vapid abyss,
A mirror profoundly remiss in its connection to this,
I'm hearing only myself tearing through a mist,

No heart, no conscience,
Just rage feeding, hashtags and memory lags,
An afterimage mangled by algorithms.
A fractured life sold in parts,

This World is FULL OF CHAOS,
IT IS  ABSOLUTELY INSANE,
I plead the BLOOD OF JESUS,
TO PLEASE PROTECT US, IN HIS NAME,
THINGS ARE JUST OUT OF ORDER,
IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE,
The DAYS are GETTING SHORTER,
A WORLD THAT'S FULL of SUSPENSE!!
LIFE is getting HARDER,
CHAOS IS EVERYWHERE,
A WORLD that's FULL of DISORDER,
PEOPLE DOING STUFF WITHOUT A CARE,
YOU REALLY JUST DON'T KNOW,
THERE IS NO WAY OF ESCAPING IT,
IT'S EVERYWHERE WE GO,
LIKE IN THE STREETS, ON THE NEWS,
GIVING US PO FOLKS NOTHING BUT THE BLUES,
SOCIAL MEDIA and the WORLD WIDE WEB,
The CHAOS IS REAL AND ON THIS WE DREAD!!!!


B.R.
Date: 4/18/2025

They pretend to be nice,
But in reality, they are rude.
They pretend to be kind,
But in reality, they are cruel.

They pretend to love animals,
But in reality, they **** their blood.
They pretend to love God,
But in reality, they walk the path of demons.

They pretend to love
But in reality, it's all lust
They pretend to save nature,
But in reality, they make nature cry

All I want to remind you,
my dear,
Nature is not shy.

I look through the posts of my many friends-
A hundred likes here and a thousand likes there.

My heart feels the ache of wanting to be known
As I look through all my numerous posts.

Only a like here and a like there,
The dangers of social media I bear.

i press the button, nothing, shake
it, nothing still, press and hold, nothing,
nothing but black screen, try again,
plug it in—where’s my plug?
no plug, no plug, it’s gone and
all that’s left is the darkness…how will
they know? how will they know i’m alive
and i care? how will they survive if I
cannot reply 24/7, 400 days a year? how will
they know i exist and i matter if i cannot remind
them, remind in a buzz and a banner,
remind them that i am still here? just a
few hours but in those few hours i will cease
to exist because i do not exist unless you
see me.

it’s the sound of a city if everyone died,
as empty as pity in pitiless eyes.