Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

Don’t Social Me Dear

I hate this thing, where people presume, presume this, presume that, everybody does this, everybody loves that.
Writing is strange medium it’s not like song or stage, one can’t shout. The best I can do is use capital letters I DON’T AND NEVER WILL USE SOCIAL MEDIA. The only reason I use this blog is to try and make the world a better place, and one way to make it better, is to bin your iPhone and talk to each other in a civilised way..

DON’T SOCIAL ME DEAR.

Don’t social me dear, I will not social media you
If you want to talk to me, you know exactly what to do
Look into my eyes, talk to me direct
If I can’t see your face I will be circumspect

Communication has many aspects not just a voice
Raise an eyebrow, wave an arm, there is many a choice
A disconnected voice, expresses a disconnected view
Besides, for all I know, you may be sitting on the loo

Sitting on the bus “I’m just on my way home”
Please keep it to yourself we don’t need to be informed
“We’re having chicken and chips when you get in for tea”
I feel like chiming up “Will there be enough for me?”

Whats App Doc ? You may as well, you can’t pay him a visit
He can’t diagnose you without seeing you, that’s no damn good is it?
If I ever see another Ai dog, dancing with a hat on
I will be presented with a straight jacket, and just sit all day with that on

I once got curious you know, “OMG trampoline?”
This thing had millions of views, I just wondered what they’d seen
Filmed through a window, said trampoline, had blown off in a gale
I had to lock myself in a darkened room, my sanity began to fail

When I’m on the bus next, I’ll where earmuffs, hat and scarf
I don’t want to know what folk are having for tea, or going in the bath
I don’t want to hear their life story, or what happens next
And although I haven’t heard it yet, If they’ll be having sex.

All words Meadowhead Bard.

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