Social Media? It’s a social construct I assume?


“I used to twat a lot, until the bird was crushed, by an the letter x no less” Gun Roswell

Social Media? It’s a social construct I assume?

I the platform formerly known as twitter
Had suddenly found themselves in a bit of a pickle
The users always having been quite fickle
Suddenly the lot of them turning bitter!

Those crowds, always oh so very loud
Finding their consolation in other places
Regrouping the darkest corners of the internets
But those kinds of places usually have bad effects
 
 So, what now to do, when the option is to lose
All those mostly faceless and anonymous friends of the world?
The shared memories of whatever topic, fandom or chat disappearing
Into the bits and bytes unknown heaven?

Maybe pick up a book or go out for a walk?
Maybe even spend some time with the family estranged and distraught
Just a few suggestions to rid of the anxiety caused by the FOMO kicking in
The fear of missing out an all those unimportant and useless things!

Becuase the bird have finally flown out of its nest
Most likely dropped out with a stone as though like a pest
Now the big corporation ruling the world, or so I’ve heard
Surely not a surprise, even if not nice, alas, just try, to breathe

The world really did not end, now did it?

A bunch of flowers (it’s summer after all!)


“Even the smallest flower, has the power!” Gun Roswell
 
 A bunch of flowers (it’s summer after all!)
 
 Sitting, quietly, even prettily
 In the green grass, so waste
 Looking more, like a pool so long
 Continued, to infinity and beyond 
 
 The total power, of summer
 Grew up, with the answer
 Of what is, the meaning of it all
 Nothing, but flowers of course
 
 Soft, bright, gorgeous, smelly little things
 Which will make your heart openly sing
 Colours, odours, can be all yours
 For a moment at least, consider a lease
 
 All the summer long!

Open season at the beach


“The beach, is empty? What is going on?” Gun Roswell
 
 Open season at the beach
 
 Finding an empty sun bed
 On this tine beach end
 Did not seem so difficult today
 What a pleasant surprise, I said 
 As I hauled my weary ass
 Off from the green grass
 
 Into the middle of the sandy beach
 Choosing the best seat
 Laying my fat tired head
 On to the sunny side bed
 Finally enjoying the peace and quiet
 As long as anyone will me let