Fishing for likes
Swimming the heights
Of virtual reality
Post social media
Invincibility
Believing your hype
Re living last night
Retyping the lies
Post picture and like
Damn this selfies tight
But it has no sense of self
Miss spending your wealth
Miss representing yourself
Misinterpreting your world
Virtually famous
Virtues painted tainted
Take a Selfie of us wasted
Living the high life in skeg Vegas
Prosseco baby we've made it
Smoking redbull flavoured vape
We're crazy
Queuing at night club doors
Feet stuck on tacky dance floors
Can't see through the smoke
The Lads are on tour
The hens want more
Jager bombs
Before u get in their draws
By half past two
You've caught brewers droop
She's not as mysterious with shit on her shoes
Trying not to puke
Up those last two chilli sambuca shots
U said she could not do
So tell me Whats it like?
Living a pretend life
Fishing for likes
Drowning in a sea
Of pretentious wannabes
You cant have authenticity
Copying your TV screen
You cant have originality
If you all do the same Damn thing
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Author:
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Your words ring so true! Enjoyed the read. I don't know who would wanna live like that even though I know people do. Fabulous job!
Extremely well written, love it.
Reminds me why I stay at home these days.
Kind words Elizabeth, thank you. Maybe I'm getting old but give me an open mic night over negotiating mini Beirut theatre districts for watered down booze and crap music anytime
Hahaha agreed!
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