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F-word, they call it.

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BUSY-NESS

That's what it is.
Really.

It's funny,
To be a fan and friend of everybody,
And end up having nothing but a little internet tag to show for it.

It's funny, to play all sorts of games;
With cafes to run and farms to run and dragons to slay,
And try to get neighbors,
When you haven't said hi to the guy next door for the LONGEST time.

Ironic,
tHat we laugh when nuts say the sun spins round the earth,
and shrug our shoulders when we say that life turns round
Facebook.

And the smiley faces,
Riddling the status reports like chicken poxes.
Given like brochures at the mall,
Meaning nothing but 2 icons on the keyboard.

And we're all sucked in.
All careening like fools down
The

News

Live

Feed.

Falling

I was at the mall,
Leaning on the railings,
Right over the atrium.

And then I saw that used brochure
falling,
Its Binding wrinkled with creases
And subtle lines,
Leaves outspread like dove's wings.

And no one wanted you.

I thought I heard some strange,
Echoing shout,
Then some silent gasp from acrophobia.
Fear of falling,

falling,

falling,

Down the mall.
Two floors down,
And I heard no more.