computer ill-iteracy

   
   
hiccup..    
   
here i am    
goin back n forth    
between two-faced-book    
and insta-sham..    
spillin cyber gutz..    
cuz i don't givez a damn..    
no mo'    
...    
tired of gettin cussed out    
cuz signals keep gettin crossed    
words gettin lost in translation.    
shit!!!    
whoever imagined a nation    
where the imagination    
took on a life of its own    
...    
as trolls scroll down statuses    
catchin feelins    
thinkin um bein rude..hiccup-hiccup    
or givin some kinda attitude    
cuz their laptops can't read    
my facial expression    
or the tone of my voice    
can't convey my hand gestures..    
body language    
none o' that shit    
   
they jus see    
the words that i type    
gettin all hyped    
for no damn-hiccup.. reason at all    
   
it's like one big    
convex mirror in perverse..typo
reverse    
folks thinkin shit is a lot closer    
than it actually is..    
got me wantin to do a remix    
of that song..    
   
"you're so vain    
you probably think this    
status is about you"    
   
nope...hiccup    
   
how that sayin go?    
if you stare at somethin too long    
you'll start seein things    
that ain't there..    
i think these screams..typo..
screens    
be fuckin up visions..    
   
visions..    
yeah    
jus take that word    
and run with it..    
 
see
i'm not the best typist either
um still usin one finger
at a time...hiccup
can't even have  
a basic consolation..typo  
..constipation..typo  
conversation  
without shit goin left..  
   
ok..    
enough o' this    
time to get off the web    
and go handle my biz.    
go deal with some real people    
and fake personas    
face to face..    
y'all be easy.    
   
hiccup