God Bless the Fucking Internet

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MODERNITY HASN'T FAILED ME



PRAISE THE INTERNET XXX SMS VAPE GOD SAD BOI VIBES SLIT MY WRISTS OFF MY FUCKING MEDS

Submitted: July 19, 2018

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God bless the internet, modernity hasn’t failed me,

Going global, I got friends all over the fucking world.

XXX SMS, no need to fucking go outside, stay held

Up in my room, all day long, being antisocial.

 

Mother screaming at me, to get a fucking job,

Meet a girl, and give her fucking grandchildren.

To continue a useless bloodline, hatred in my DNA,

Fuck your feelings and your dreams, this is my life.

 

I love my friends online, cause they’re always there,

Truth across the screen, better than hearing spoken lies.

I’m off my fucking meds, and nobody has noticed,

Fresh slash marks on my wrists, you haven’t noticed.

 

Who needs to be in love, when the internet exists,

Getting my rocks off, from a cybersex hotline.

Running out of money, time to steal daddy’s credit card,

Online shopping is the best thing, since fucking sliced bread.

 

Addicted to nicotine, through my electronic cigarette,

I am a Vape God, if you haven’t noticed yet.

Blocking out the sun, with my thick smoke stacks,

Flashing back to the industrial revolution.

 

I graduated from college, but I never went to campus,

Online studies, got my degree through the postman.

Don’t regret missing out, on wild sex and binge drinking,

I would rather stay at my desktop, writing fanfiction.

 

Get the fuck out of my room, I’m trying to hit my JUUL,

Just cause we’re blood, doesn’t mean you fucking know me.

Shut the fuck up, you’re too loud and killing my sad boi vibes,

I can’t barely hear XXXTENTACION, with all this conversation.

 

Scroll through my timeline, count how many times, I say suicide,

Slit on my wrists, then press send, I want your love and attention.

Am I still cool, in the eyes of high schoolers? Look at me, I’m

Suicidal and depressed, cut my wrists just for fun, I am like

The personification, of an emo teens dream guy.

 

Hey buddy, I’ll let you hit off my JUUL, in the bathroom,

As long as you send explicit pictures on my snapchat.

Pop that pussy for a real nigga, take it all off, I’m

Drowning in electronic pussy, don’t need an IRL bitch.

 

I got so much fucking internet clout, I am bigger than Reddit,

All these fucking losers, they all wanna grow up to be like me.

Riding on my dick, like a Harley, metaphorically and literally,

They can’t get off of me, while I’m getting off inside them.

 

God bless the fucking internet, Jesus can’t save me now,

Plugged in and connected constantly, going global.

The crazier I am, the more viral I get, you’re all tuning in

To my instagram live, just to see what shit I get into. Then

You’ll post about me on your twitter and your facebook,

On your instagram, and on your fucking snapchat.

 

Internet addiction is a myth, it’s a lifestyle choice,

When I would go out, it’d be too an internet cafe.

But I got banned, for watching porhub in the afternoon,

Arrested with my cock out, momma got that bail money.

 

Going outside was a mistake, I tried to tell you this,

But you didn’t listen, you don’t even fucking understand me.

I bet my friends online, know me better than my parents,

At least they give a shit, about my mental health, unlike

A certain group people, who shall remain nameless.

 

God bless the motherfucking internet, unlike

Everyone else, modernity hasn’t failed me.

Going global, got friends all over the world,

And they’re riding for me, they’re willing to die for me.

 

XXX SMS, no need to fucking go outside, I can just

Sit up in my apartment, but you’ll all judge me, for

Being antisocial and never fucking going outside.

But fuck you and fuck your feelings, I don’t give a shit.

 

Get the fuck out of my room, killing my sad boi vibes,

I need peace and fucking quiet, to cry to Juice WRLD,

And hit my motherfucking JUUL, and slit my fucking wrists,

13 Reasons why, is a school play, compared to me.

Internet addiction is a myth, it’s a lifestyle choice,

Modernity hasn’t fucking failed me, so at the end

Of the day, God bless the fucking internet.

 


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