Being a ”good girl”, doing everything right.
No wrongs are accepted, working all night
Cleaning the house until it all look
Perfect, then brag on facebook.
Loving your man, trashing you boss.
Shouting out about your loss.
Private things you share, snippets of a life
Craving sympathy based on a lie.
Wake up little girl and take a good look,
at the pages of your history book.
Covering every inch is worthless triviality,
nothing of importance or immortality.
Face it ”miss perfect” you’re not all that
Though your hair is all shiny, your stomach so flat.
You’re still nothing special, nothing achieved
Just being alive, no ideas conceived.
Your inside as average as the rest of the world
No hidden treasures to be unfurled.
Painfully normal, a hard label you wore
Well, accept this new one, you facebook-whore.
True. Perfect for the "nosey"
True. Perfect for the "nosey" for those that like the drama." Oh that crazy social network. Still trying to figure out why I keep reopening the account. Interesting read... I like it
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"You think Einstein walked around thinking everyone was a bunch of dumb-shits?"
To spy on others, perhaps?
To spy on others, perhaps?
Thank you for commenting(and liking my poem)
I'm always lying, in fact, I'm lying to you right now.
The pic is phenomenal by the
The pic is phenomenal by the way
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"You think Einstein walked around thinking everyone was a bunch of dumb-shits?"
Thanks. I'll tell the
Thanks. I'll tell the photographer. He'll be pleased.
I'm always lying, in fact, I'm lying to you right now.
Thanks
for all the feedback. It's fun to see that my message came through. Though I don't mind facebook( I got an account), but the way some people use it inspired me to write this. I guess I just like normality.
I'm always lying, in fact, I'm lying to you right now.
BRAVO!
BRAVO!
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot