Tittwar

A Poem by Davidgeo

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listening to strangers is the new reading,
in controlled ways. . . so I've heard, anyways

it's a manicured kind of sharing

tumbling down a virtual line
just a few minutes at a time
entertaining us

in short bursts

roundly
with a mask on,
entertaining teenagers
with product placements
and the bored online zombies,
with a repetitive nature. . .

                                    that is,
predictable and ad friendly

just compelling enough

to hold the eye
as we are, and they are, and them is

just like everyone of us, similar in motive

"n***a's gotta eat motha f***a...
  (don't forget to check out my top ten list's of bullshit, b*****s)"

but so very, very different from us "normal folks".

"they" do weird s**t. . .
donning novel disguises,
cleverly, digitally;

edited perfectly. . .
sharing time, sharing momentum

leave a comment, (it's not a trap)
                 hidden in high definition

and brilliant entertainment.

in the presence of dangerous idiots,
kings and queens of obfuscation
and loveable sweethearts; it's difficult to see,
the difference between them I mean.

because we all seek similar things

just in different ways

we all are sharing the same
        rusty brown ringed donuts
politely,
looking for serendipity in the world,
fantasy,
maybe luck from a gimmick. . .
"please share my video, read my poem, comment on my whatever, whatever", etc., etc..

they say that listening is the new reading,
that manicured identity is the new writing.
i still believe...
    ...that substance always trumps identity
  and no, they never were the same thing
(so go f**k yourself tubeyou
bookface
and tittwar  -  you're unsustainable)