Fake Book

Fake Book

A Poem by Apparition

We met in real life, AKA Face-to-Face Book
Somethin fishy, wasn't sushi, cuz it tasted pretty cooked
Now were just fake friends
Couldn't take the straight look
Bet you thought it was the chorus,
Bet you thought it was the hook

Really I'm just proud of you for thinking
That's quite a step up from just
Blinking and drooling 
Over Facebook pages
Probably haven't faced a book in ages
Still caught in that "See spot run"
faze, that is until bout three ocklock sunday
That's when she saw me, without a title
Or a status, 
Tried to post a caption, 
Ended up spilling her baggage
But I was logged off of fake-book
I didn't see the post
Without my wifi game in line
You'd think I was a ghost
Permanently, stuck in this murderous corrupt
3 dimensional muck
And so I asked her "What's up?"
But she was so complacent in her world wide gaze
Couldn't tell If I was real, and so my image starts to fade
Maybe she'll try to add me, tag me
Poke me, stab me, 
anything she fancy
Feeling kinda chancy
My connection wasn't routed
So I spit rainbows in flows
Just like a multi-colored fountain.
No message was received
She was given time to grieve
Tried relieve me of my symptoms
But her attempts were reprieved
My server wasn't plugged in
So when you cut my veins I bleed
Bloody fits instead of megabits
Is leaking out my sleeves
She said that 3D was no reality for she
She needs a screen to see her dreams on
While she's bursting at the seem
All the sudden the computer screen in front of her eyes
Shattered, revealing a thousand lies
And what mattered she despised
Because her life was nothing 
But an automated response
activated by a button
All the files were corrupted, abruptly
I was considered lucky
To have rode in with no modem
So when the totem poll collapsed 
I wasn't hopeless in the open
I'm coping with this moment
As I'm coasting with the motion
Fake book dot com, whats all the commotion?

© 2014 Apparition


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Added on August 17, 2014
Last Updated on September 17, 2014

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Apparition
Apparition

five thousand two hundred and eighty away from waves



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