Poetic rant about scocial media.

I try and stay open minded but blinded by the scenes of scenery flashing by,
Not just the engulfing pixels of the countryside,
But the flashes of food controlling my creative mind,
The every day racists recreating immigrant hate imagery cowering cowardly behind their keyboard creating captions to clarify inadequate education is still in its prime,
I "like"...... To know what you are doing,
And then share your story with my friends and family,
Your mum.... and his nanny,
And my Great Aunty the one "I've only seen once in the last 12 years, that lives in Portsmouth with three dogs and probably watches Eastenders and Bear Grylls... That's forgotten my name and dosed up on wine spills, and all I remember is a kiss as a kid that gave me spine chills..." Great Aunty,
"I'm happy, I am having the time of my life... Smiley face",
Spotting my gym mates accidentally posing whilst pumping protein in to shakes,
Current conspiracies captivating my cranium cultivating curiosity....and cameras catch fakes,
Profile smiling, wall writing, making a comment on my post... Excessive expressing on my express delivery is... Totally your decision mate....
But I hold the power to magically emoji a mixed race middle finger to shut you down,
Attack with the grammar police, the "troll back up" in fleet, a well worded war and nothing but a buzzing sound,
I feel locked looking down silently chuckling in my head to a cat dancing that I found,
Proud... To be disappointed of my neck pain, eye strain, that sound,
Of reaching the top of the feed but my greed to see more pointless posts planting seeds of non knowledge leaving little breathing space that agitates my cells trying to Intwine with this THC that I breathe,
It's annoying to say the least...
Rap beef, celeb steez, advertisement and the brand new Jordan release,
Narrow minded....
Profile flags that display empathy but forget the rest of the shit which subconsciously keeps us divided,
But #firstworldproblems,
I hate it when I drop my spoon in my soup,
Put on a few pounds can't put on my suit,
Stood in a puddle mud on my shoe,
When the battery runs out whilst cleaning my tooth... Teeth...
This digital world I'm always lost in,
Makes me lack communication skills let alone a conversation in full room that I just walked in,
I'll give you a poke from a different monitor but struggle and choke when Monica starts talking,
Bruv i've got a persona profile just so I can slip my thoughtless thoughts in,
Please....Give me a flat field on a high peak with a long view of a big stream,
Green Woodlands a small bridge quaint cottage with my full team,
A mountain range with a sea view and a sunset over fields of full green,
And I'll still be sat there... Viewing the view... Of Pictures taken by people in the area on my Facebook stream.

Fuck you Facebook.