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Death of the Typewriter
Some would call it the final frontier
apache alliteration of love, lust and linger
scalp as many words from the sky
before the clouds dull their intelligence.
Word bore
whore to their loneliness,
pray tell, deliverance,
prostitute to the alphabet.
Write a song for the lovers
and your cursor will flicker and die.
Rent free on the internet
please please please read me.
Have they ever seen you naked?
apache alliteration of love, lust and linger
scalp as many words from the sky
before the clouds dull their intelligence.
Word bore
whore to their loneliness,
pray tell, deliverance,
prostitute to the alphabet.
Write a song for the lovers
and your cursor will flicker and die.
Rent free on the internet
please please please read me.
Have they ever seen you naked?
Published 24th Feb 2025
Author's Note
The world is full of crashing bores. An internet thingie.
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24th Feb 2025 2:43pm
This cracked my solemn face into bursting laughter, got a real vibe to it, Always loved a bit of rebellion!
greetings
R
greetings
R
24th Feb 2025 2:57pm
Lol, It;s true though, you never really know the person behind the internet facade, True story. A mouthy friend of ours had an internet nemesis. He turned up on his doorstep one day. Our friend instantly rang us for support. This bloke was huge. We just laughed.
