The Child of Berners-Lee
Consider me someone of barter,
You exchange with me.
I carry alot in my bag:
Education.
Backlash.
Dedications.
Some say trash.
Racy pics and texts,
Oh no doubt.
Scriptures and Godless arguments
All thrown about.
A coin whose head says No H8.
While tails wants to hear a fetal heartbeat.
Schoolyard taunts used as bait
And skepticism towards something concrete.
For a laugh, I'll take a second.
A reaction for a day.
A week to like a pic I reckon.
Months of free music to play.
Annual compromises for views.
And wishing to see one sink.
"im feelin fine. got nuttin to lose"
A thought that many people think.
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