Cracked Screen
My life is split between two screens.
The great outdoors is an ocean blue theme.
They say “an apple a day keeps the doctor way”
But WebMD paranoia, will make me go crae.
Full keyboard still type like it’s the 90’s
“You proofread texts you must be a Grammar-Nazi”.
This homie just annoyed but I’ll keep it low-key
Act like we’re all cool; here’s a fist bump emoji.
My notes went off, home girl just posted pics,
She’s an Instagram model so of course you know she’s thick.
She’s done with all the snaps saying, “Manhood is dead!”
She knows what it looks likes and it fills her with dread.
Saw another article: Millennials Suck!
Just another troll who made a quick buck,
Everybody’s got voice yet nobody speaks.
Just a bunch of false prophets who learned how to preach.
Can either of my eyes see something of worth!
This information age surely is cursed.
With a little self-discipline and a lot of good taste
I don’t think age will go to waste.
99 books each one fit in my pocket.
I can choose the right source and ignore the false prophets.
The worlds at my thumbs but I must learn how to used it
Use it knowledge and not to be abusive.
But my eyes may behold at this power so bright.
It may be good to turn it off because of the backlight.
Smell the fresh air without a care.
And mend the cracked screens behind my chair.