We are all fools who grow old and senile
Inside cyber houses with a name and a face

We are “like”-minded creatures who practice
Liking without an ounce of love in us

“Like” is a profile picture on that piece of land
A popularity stake we all love and cherish

Happiness is the only glue between like-minded people
Like is an acknowledgement and not an appreciation

And drinking partners are found for the rolling times
Drinking from a little glass, making merry by custom

And I, like an idiot, thought friendship was drinking together
Rockland and imported spirits reminiscing old times

And not an epiphany on how it was only a slow demise
In revolutions of absinthe. Sipping death by arsenic.


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