Write your tomes on the Gram
for queens who do not read
anything that is not a comment,
for kings who floss
not teeth, but other peoples wealth
on these networks in the air.
The decay is what we spit out
as we worship ourselves.
© Copyright 2019 Iz Mazano
This is the first stanza of the poem ‘Social Tomes’
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