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I can be who I like here, poet, beggar man or thief;
a king or a clown; witty and clever, cynical or droll.
Confess my sins; count my virtues to extoll.
Here I boast, I am a social media sensation.
I can howl at the moon, worship the sun; play sweet sounds, see the women swoon;
Search for sunken treasure, seek gold doubloons.
Wax lyrical, wax cars; learn Karate: wax on, wax off;
You know the line. Please don’t scoff.
Daily life is the tyranny of the mundane; prescribed and programmed
to maintain the status quo. Wheels within wheels, conspiracies within conspiracies:
phrase it as one might. Money rules, as day falls to night, going to happen
Doesn’t matter to me, I’m a social media sensation.
Drown in knowledge, clutch at straws; study Art, learn to draw.
Dip into fountains of philosophy; learn to appear wise.
Trust nothing; question all. The louder they thunder,
The further they have to fall.
Practice political discourse, but hold your nose;
The angrier they get, the less likely to be disposed
to logic and reason: to pause and consider the information.
Here, in isolation, I sit, a social media sensation.
Beware the insidious, “a small moment of your time, please”,
the special one-off offer. We will tell you your fortune,
lead you to insight; make you laugh, cry; baby, we’re gonna fly!
Be not mistaken, you will be assessed and measured.
We’ve calculated your worth; Have been doing so, since your birth.
Online or off, we know you are hooked; here, can we sell you a book?
Me? I can be who I like here: a king or a clown; witty and clever,
cynical or droll. Here, man, I’m a social media sensation.
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