Follow for Hollow

Follow for Hollow 👍

My friends hurdle into the bandwagon
Tossing in bales of attention
Wiping dust from sun-kissed flannels
Leaving kids like me “in the dust”
Naming me the husk, for holding reservation.

MySpace, Facebook don’t impress me much
I don’t trust whistling steam engines
Hissing hot air over my cheeks.

Until H.L. inquires why a cutie like me
Is living as a Patrick Star
I am sad to say, for me
Her Vermillion kiss on a kerchief
Flies pretty far in the shivering breeze

Three weeks pass
And my quill pen’s inks
Are only filled
When she gives me more than a “k”
I am on the fucking train. 💋

Five years pass
And I’ve built my Farmville
From sticks and stones
Leaving the aches to huff and puff, alone

Six go by
And I become a copywriter, producer, and director
Directing you to my good days
Producing something out of nothing
Copying success stories — free of key details.
Searching for Coca-Cola
Next to moon-kissed rivers and lakebeds.