Shpammer

He writes more than he reads

And likes more than he writes

And if it doesn’t fit his taste.

It’s a simple matter of copy paste copy paste

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So many friends yet to meet.

unrecognizable if passed in the street.

So many doors tightly shut

The mask can’t disguise the empty gut

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In the beginning it seemed humane

Now, each day slightly more insane.

The clock ticks savagely on the wall.

Counting without technology

Moments that never existed.

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Tick tok tik.

“Oh God I think I’m getting sick!”

No, it’s not even a cold

You’re world is simply getting old.

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If you’d be so amiable to please take a seat,

Put on pijamas and rest your feet.

Please don’t bother to ask me why!

There are no questions when you’re waiting to die.

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