Search for love in an iphone.
Not with a stranger the other side.
Insist we are counted in a census
That our so called friends take.
Ironic, since we all use aliases.
Tell our gods,”Please!”
When the most precious thing to us
Is Jack Sparrow’s campus.
The ultimate illusion of existence.
Stress is just but the ultimate
Symptom of Protagonist Disease.
The fault in the stars we worship.
Don’t let it deceive you;
Even doves commit suicide.
Boring thoughts are diamonds,
And diamonds are only precious
Because they are rare.
Not in Africa;
The place where mankind was born.
Perhaps more the reason we
Exchanged them for cloth.
Just swallowed up
In thoughts that feel spidery.
Telepathic spiders steal them,
And build webs of steel.