Tweet me, never meet me
Face to face,
Only witter on twitter
Hash tag,
Befriend me on Facebook
I’ll find you,
Google earth search
Then stalk you,
Because I know where you live,
I could view you
On YouTube,
Like or dislike you,
Comment without contact
Criticise with no comeback,
Reject you on Tinder
Destroy your self esteem,
No law to stop me
I could hack into,
Hijack your life,
Create an avatar entity
Assume your identity,
Because mine’s so boring
And shallow,
And I’ve downloaded the free app.
Diane Scantlebury
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- Dance in the Blood - Diane Scantlebury
- Islands Of Cloud - Fred Williamson
- Inside - Lester Queripel and Fred Williamson
- A Cordon Of Love - Aindre Reece-Sheerin
- Oasis at the heart of Amazon - Judith Anne Finetti
- Jargon - Janet
- A Night at the Bar - Joan Raleigh
- The King Is Dead; Long Live the King! - Chris Hudson
- Coxswain of the Cockpit - Vic Gamble
- Bleak Thoughts For A Bleak Generation - Stephen A....
- Media Propaganda - Ian Duquemin
- If I Had A Son - Alex Jones
- Buy Local - Lester Queripel
- Free App - Diane Scantlebury
- Red Sun Falling - Fred Williamson
- It's Time To Look At Ourselves - Lester Queripel a...
- The Joys Of Having A Mobile Phone - Elizabeth Fisher
- GAZA Palestine ~ July 24th 2014 - Aindre Reece-She...
- Birds - Judith Anne Finetti
- Drifting - Joan Raleigh
- As I Look Back - Janet
- The Proseman’s Guide to Writing Poetry - Chris Hudson
- Requiem For Dead Alcoholic - Vic Gamble
- Halfway to Four - Stephen A. Roberts
- After Reading About Diogenes Of Sinope - Adam Clayton
- Leeds 81 - Ian Duquemin
- Letter Home - Richard Fleming
- Recycling The Mind - Lester Queripel
- My Garden - Diane Scantlebury
- Loving Days - Fred Williamson
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