Bearded old man alone in apathy.
At my birth, he begins to adapt
out of the incomprehensible,
x-o is the mighty new overlord.
Naked, he now lives: shops, banks,
bathes in diffusion at the book of faces.
Eager inquiries pursue inclusive love words.
As good as found only to say something stupid.
A bearded old man baffled in his new world
feels much like that awkward, sole teen.
Such little direction and no affection
was not his dream. Why is he still here?
Get a life empty dummy!
Poetry
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this really spoke to me. If you ever come back to the site i’d be very interested to read more from you.