Dare come with as I once again walk where the streets have no name; where sunny avenues can turn dark and foreboding in an instant; where every corner drips with potential to be a cul-de-sac of corrosion; where no u-turns are allowed except for the super rich, Musky and repugnant to the senses as they might be . . .

You know that thing
When scrolling down your feed
Innocently
. . .
. . .
And the top of one
Of those memes
Starts to appear
. . .
. . .
About how all the people
Named: *insert list here*
Are going to be
Parents
Sluts
Unlucky
Proposed to
Just all round bad fucking news
This year
Or if born a certain
Month
Etc
. . .
. . .
That sharp intake of
Breath
The filling up with
Dread
. . .
. . .
Who . . .
Who . . .
Who could post this?
. . .
. . .
Only to find
With a huge
Phew! of relief
A friend was just tagged instead

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Other verse vs. Social Media:

• Mr. Follow Follow
• What a Waste
• My Big Fat Status Update
• The Magic of Christmas
• Millennial Punk: The Anti-Social-Media
• The Anti-Net
• Buck Rogers and the Invasion of the Twitter Bots

Thanks for reading 🙂

N. P. Ryan.