Pity

I pity thee, social bastard! Lost in the charm of socialising! I pity thee. Thy existence. Thou shalt not be pardoned! I curse you, with the abundance of ‘followers’ and ‘likes’ and ‘favorites’ and ‘comments’! Thou shalt be buried in a tumbler, pinned down without interest, stumbled upon by ‘followers’ – where you lie under the poop of the blue bird, with no face to show and no book to read, gagging and feeding, your own scoop of… What’s that? That App?
I despise thy living and the sharing thine air with mine. Rot in hell, all you social bastards AND bitches! When life hits hard, colliding head on, then you see! Then you see! Then you see!

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