It’s 4am
Found poetry from the titles and thumbnails found on my YouTube feed (…I enjoyed myself, OK?)
A desperate
deconstruction
of tales
from the hellsite.
It’s 4am,
She doesn’t care:
(The grey morality
of messy
hot
girlies…)
Jackie, R U OK?
— you know social media
is public,
right?
It’s 4am.
She doesn’t care.
(A chaotic comedy
doesn’t deserve
a redemption arc.)
God is giving mean girl energy,
(oh no…)
— weird
and problematic
choices
(they’re out of control.)
It’s 4am,
She doesn’t care.
I don’t think we
were made
for this.
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