The Social-Media Damsel

I see our chat head drop as water would sink in sand,

I try to squeeze it out but it only gets my hands damp.

I keep upbeat just as a seed would give in all and dive in the damp grounds hoping for growth.

For I see our chat head sprouting all the way to the peak when I hit up with a “hey there!”

I’m still suspicious and skeptic though on the significance of the sprouting.

For my “hey there!” sends a single tick but it’s about us to produce it’s significant other “√√”

And so it’s a train on a single rail as a trail it’s surely going to stumble,

I see it roll down into the deep valleys and I can’t do nothing.

The constructor comes in just as group alerts.

And the waste is dumped to the apex,

How do I pull it up I’m only a boy with no proper muscle,

I call in to customer care for assistance just to tell me that number is off.

Wait what? I call in again and still get the same response.

It tears apart my blue heart.

Like UB40 I take in Red wine thinking you would leave my head.

It winds up my mind and takes me to the base,

The base of our conversation, I’m on a trip,

I begin to smile stupidly for my scrutiny is submerged as  I ride through the conversation.

I get to the speed bumps and notice when I intended to say that

But accelerated and said that

Then you got that

And my car overturned.

I get back on track, put it on the low key with road safety on the tip of my finger.

I notice I might only be overtaken; with my pride, I get back on track.

Zealous to get to the finishing line I overlook the road blocks only for the police to get on my tail.

I hit them up without knowing that my vehicle identity has been given to the unit ahead.

It’s an amusing ride I get all the flags while there is a unit waiting on me.

I thought it was the finishing line,

It was rather a rope to help me overturn and see you get a lift in the next car.

Rabson,