The Ills Of The Internet
Aug 31, 2018 · 1 min read

The ills of the internet
Are seeping into me
The internet’s slogan should be
‘Unleash your inner asshole’
Anonymous and carefree
Avenge your pain on the world
Cynicism seems smart
And picking on the weak
Pragmatic
Who cares who you hurt?
That’s the taste of victory
There are no humans in porn
The bodies are meat free
Just another hit
And we’ll be alright
A little bit of hate
And we can all unite
Burning down some life
But baby we’re justified
Truth is
We’re all alone here
Stripped of our humanity
Porn for personalities
And mean now
Hungry for prey.
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