With My Buddy
(Came to me after passing a bus full of passengers and noticing every single head was slumped forward).
Not one corpse boxed
A mass funeral passed
Then I saw they yet lived
Not dead, then; simply lost…
Is following truly friendship?
Is loyalty is weighed in likes?
Is existence judged by number of pics?
Is voice the same as type?
Are feelings simply emojis?
Would real life make you ‘rage quit’?
Is life so dull outside that rectangle skull?
Below that hundred-and-forty limit?