Poem ... Flee From Reality
We watch the tube
Smartphone in hand
Texting simplicities
Throughout the land
Where should we go
What should we do
What should we wear
To keep up with new
Who sang that song
Making us blue
Things going asunder
Soon we are through
Try out that new car
That will drive on it's own
Just type in location
And sit on your throne
And very soon
As insanity sets in
We fall down a rabbit hole
Our dream to begin
Dark Poems Rising
Rabid Poet
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