Tech EnslavedA Poem by Xwhat?Born from motherboards staring her in The eyes while feeding on centric placentas’ We’re b******s with no umbilical cords. Missing belly buttons, emotions inept, We speak circuits 010100. Social contact? What is such a thing? When you Could see my face in a book, get it? Facebook! I’m an author of award winning useless statuses. A literal literary littering minds of my go-along To do list. I’m private, get outta MySpace, Forget your request of a probable companion! W.T.F! I’m confused! Say what you really mean, Your ambitions are pointless. If you find me interesting give me thumbs up, If you like, give me a poke with a restless mouse. Long lost I have I have your bar code (Holocaust) iPhone you to converse. I go through chats like a game of roulette, It’s chronic masturbation, Feeling at ease touching the faces of screens, And keeping sanity in-tact with ergonomic keyboards. Text, embed, and share if you feel the need, I love you, arrow sign three, warm feelings generated Through cold keys while listening to Alicia Keys on YouTube. © 2010 XAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on November 9, 2010 Last Updated on November 11, 2010 Tags: technology, corrupt, corruption, prose AuthorXAthens, GAAboutLove movies, whatever genre. ummm i am a noob writer, i don't even write (usually) but recently i have been influenced by people around me. i'd have to say about 30% of my freinds wrote peotry. so... .. more..Writing
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