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On the internet I roam.
I begin to wonder what I should write for a poem.
Then I wonder, what is the purpose for writing a poem.
Is it just to get attention?
Perhaps someone should in act an intervention.
Social media, in all it's glory,
Addiction becomes my story.
A waste of time,
Seems to be it's design.
So I guess I will just write another rhyme,
When I turn this off, I'll be fine,
Until it's time to write another rhyme.
Oh Sweet Jesus, I'm sorry for sin,
Thank you for not throwing me into the garbage bin.
Without your grace, I'd never be able to show you my face.
I begin to wonder what I should write for a poem.
Then I wonder, what is the purpose for writing a poem.
Is it just to get attention?
Perhaps someone should in act an intervention.
Social media, in all it's glory,
Addiction becomes my story.
A waste of time,
Seems to be it's design.
So I guess I will just write another rhyme,
When I turn this off, I'll be fine,
Until it's time to write another rhyme.
Oh Sweet Jesus, I'm sorry for sin,
Thank you for not throwing me into the garbage bin.
Without your grace, I'd never be able to show you my face.
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