As she walked, she pondered about her life.
The meaning of it all, the peace the strife.
She, stopped for a second, looked east and west
In case any driver was not the best.
Knocking on the door, fixing her hair
Smelling smoke of cigarette in the air.
Making sure her skirt was not too high,
Just around the middle of her thigh.
Checking off her makeup, her clothes, clean smile
Crosses her fingers in hope it’s in style.
“How pathetic” she thinks and questions herself
“I should’ve just worn what I’d put on the shelf.”
The door is answered, two people walk out
She walks in – pause- expected fadeout.
“Did you see that?” ecstatic she texted her friend,
So grateful that someone invented BBM.
“Saw what?” was replied and with further explanation
“I’ll watch it, later, on Youtube” (added tension)
“While you’re at it watch this cover,
Rate it, knowing you, you’ll love her.
Anyway, brb my mom needs help”
“Actually, I’m doing hmwk… ttyl ”
So she lied to her friend, if you hadn’t noticed
For she has in mind survival of the fittest.
Nothing about loyalty, friendship or trust
Simply a boy for her is a must.
But this boy is special, what’d you expect?
He is someone else’s, whom he neglects.
They send to each other kisses and winks
It's like with this technology nobody thinks
About any consequences or repercussions
No “true love” or possible discussions.
Looking over this conversation,
The technology used in most nations,
The language created, plethora of emoticons
Yes, people have turned into robotic human-trons.
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