Sonnet #46
I’d be lying if something worth saying
Would compel other people to hear me
There’s no denying apathy’s staying
Listless Americans are too weary
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Scrolling, scrying, the content is endless
Antisocial with media, ignore
The crying, the malcontent, the friendless
Never enough memes, we always make more
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Laugh once at one tweet, frying our hours
On a calorie-free gluttonous spree
Zuckerberg’s buying our time, our powers
Thousands dying in the land of the free
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Our days at work, on our phones, then asleep
We’re trying and tired, and the days seep
