Do you know what it's like to be ignored?
Or are they all collapsing at your feet?
Do you suppose that all of us are meat?
Is contacting your friends so huge a chore?
When pleading voicemails fail to strike a chord,
When cajoling with only silence meets,
When it's made clear I'm not of your elite,
I must confess that I can get quite bored.
Ennui makes me turn to the internet.
Once there, at pictures of you I look.
Your wall-to-walls with others make me fret.
On Lil' Green Patch you swiftly got me hook'd.
I won't allow you to forget me yet.
In lieu of talk, I'll stalk you on Facebook.
-Clara Walton (who is really not this creepy)
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