Ya evil f**king log of quizes
(I am not sane not at all)
you always stall in eulogies and RIPs.
Stone hearted faceless screen
interupting daydreams,
you get in the way of skies and seas,
you buffer of human skin of time,
a souless web of wires
waiting for grey haired minds to pass away.
Rest in peace
RIP...
© Steven Francis poems 2012