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Is it not funny,

This life we may lead,

Untold of adventures

With a click full of speed.

Random girls growth,

Untainted kids mope,

News we enquire,

Though mostly denial.

Graphic, morbid insights

To others worst world fears.

Passionate mountains escapades,

A room full of tears.

A second we choose

Eyes fatigued, bruised.

Five hours have scoured,

Our cravings now soured.

This poisonous peeking

Into a million lives,

Compared, left wanting

Whilst modernity thrives.

It is all too painful,

Best with a book,

Behoving to mull,

Remain unseeing, unshook.

Kerry Bridges