WhateverA Poem by Bryän
Whatever.
Life has become digital. Prescription drugs make life cyclical. Whatever. My friends are made of plasma, linked in this electric miasma. Whatever. Imagination's dated; by liquid crystal, decimated. Whatever. We're a dull orb, I won't deny, suspended in another sky. Whatever.
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4 Reviews Added on September 30, 2013 Last Updated on September 30, 2013 Tags: whatever, anesthetized, bleakness, social, commentary, rhyming, attempts AuthorBryänGermantown, WIAboutHey, I'm Brian. Just a guy that enjoys playing bass, singing, composing, and of course writing. I started writing at the age of 12 after realizing I couldn't stop thinking about a certain dream I had.. more..Writing
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