Tap, click, update 

Tap, swipe, my fate.

“Awww”, now chuckle 

Congratulate. See, no hate. 

Walk, tap, update 

Pause, swipe, repeat. 

World turns, birds sing,

Face down, don’t miss a thing. 

Sit, click, scroll down, 

Like, like, always more.

Never satisfied, never ending

Never validated, ever yearning. 

Tap, click, update 

Tap, swipe, my fate…

The Setting Sun

The sun is setting 

It sets on us all.

Color gives way to darkness

Vibrance to silence.

Yet no one grieves

A setting sun,

Because all that lives knows best

That as we bid farewell with one hand,

With the other,

We hail the rising moon and stars.

The sun may set on us all,

But so too the moon and stars will rise

To take her place…


Fascination abounds 

For obsessions renowned.

Be polite, write a card, say ‘Thank you’,

Don’t confound. 

So easily offended 

When protocol is suspended.

As if struck across face 

With white glove,

Kills white dove.

Peace defected

Offence unintended

So quickly escalated.

Too far out of control

Apologies insufficient

Groveling’s equally deficient.

Only option that’s left

Is to face this with deft.

The Following

​Getting attention is easy

Maintaining it, not as breezy.

Sweet words, like honey

Draw bears and bees 

From far and wide;

Though with humans money

Would as easily suffice.

The vibrant crowds 

Disperse posthaste

Unless they’re given

A small foretaste

Of what’s to come, 

Intrigue is sprung, they stay.

And so new following’s begun.