Gather oh fellow prisoners of the great spider,
Listen and don't torment your squeaky mice just yet-
It's not rain, when you can't wait to hear the thunder...
The night I was born still lingers somewhere near that horizon,
But the rain already sounds different on my roof!
I recall that day it rained turkeys at grandma's-
Trust me, it was fun with us sucky little brats embracing her dusty humor!
Everyone I knew did it!
Get sometime and go commune with their distant folk;
Instant didn't matter, and more so spinning little scrolls onto fleeting birds!
If you had to share the gourd or laugh with fellow drunkards, you needn't wear a hoodie!
OK, press FFWD on my cassette
The record says 2013, January 29th;
Bass is the new drum,
And everyone and their dog has a phone in their browser-
Feels like the entire Chinese dynasty lives next door!
Suddenly, everyone hates me!
Everyone attacks my choice of words
Wielding swords of slander inscribed with insignia from Nazi barracks!
I can't draw unicorns in the sand no more-
As everyone comes to the party on 3 horses or more.
So she asks me, "what's with yo dead status?"
I've never updated my virtual self beyond "creating" one,
And none of my folk are my family anymore
Worst of all, I never navigated to nor liked their homes!
There's too much proximity, I can't breathe inside this space no more
And for fear of loosing myself
Am shutting them all out!
All out and even removing their pictures off my prostrate walls.
Oh no! Almost made me draw the Uzi towards that soft tap at my door!
You see, that good ol'farmer across the street still comes over every evening;
We still laugh about scents from his pipe,
And I still love cuddling his little kittens-
140 Characters of Text never gave me this!
And no emoticon ever smiles at me like he does!
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