Your eyes.

I wish I could have your eyes.

So when I look at you you could know true beauty.

I wish I could have your hair.

So you could smell your sweet aroma on the pillow next to me

And if I could have your skin

You could feel the soothing electric charge that comes from being caressed by you.

And if your lips were mine you would feel the warm gentle passion of kissing you.


Spam comes in a can

Or a laptop or a phone.

You’re never alone

With spam

You’ll never get lonely

If you can phonyly

Be liked

By friends you’ve never met.

Clicking with no regret.

Hoping through

this technological circuitry

And internet intimacy.

You’ll like them back.

An empty “like” lightens the mood

And for a moment…

You don’t feel

The deep deep solitude.



We’ve given you a choice.

You have no right to complain

Its as simple as day and night,

I won’t bother to explain.

One is garbage.

The other is clearly trash

This has sparkles and frosting.

That one is baited with cash.

And now we’ll serve you bullshit,

Skewered on a stick

Or would you rather have it baked

like a cake, three layers thick.

Its up to you

You have the freedom to decide

One or the other you must chose

From this decision you cannot hide.

You think there’s more to offer?

Things we do not show?

But we did not bring those choices to you

So how would you ever know!