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do you want to see.


Large nose, large thighs, the filter of plastic surgery may be the only cover-up.

Still funny, still shining, confident I stand with no makeup.

Diction remains defeaning, profound yet can still touch hearts and rise curved lips,

No tweet, picture, nor word befits

The defintion of me.

Society may not agree.

I curse and bless social media, 

For it murders and connects pedophilia.

With boys and girls with enough likes

To make them happy and like spikes

Impales them, taking their lives. Serious me has arrived

Unfortunately readers, you are deprived

Of my knowledge, thoughts, the words I produce are mean

But now you have seen.

My blunt opinion on social media which I have none

I just want to hear that opinion, just one

For that, judge and critic my being

But I win. With no filters, I am living

So hide behind your cameras, your filters, your screen.

You have now seen.

 

 

 

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