Like Me
Staring at a screen, waiting for a like
to some witty retort, he’d posted
took up the bulk of his waking hours;
sometimes he got a few, sometimes not.
This is how he measured his popularity;
distance from reality slowly extending.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2023
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