Terms of social media engagement

i’m not a fuckboy,
i don’t have a side girl,
and i don’t know a bruh.
i work towards a relation,
my relation is platonic,and i have a brother.
my spell check
doesn’t check grammar.
my grammar is personal,
although it knows the law,
it loosely adheres.
the social media i experience
is anything but what it proclaims.
in fact, it expounds the opposite.
let the side girl and fuckboy talk, bruh.
you know their exchange?

if it’s not instant gratification,
than it’s not worth anything.
unfortunately, that which takes time
holds true that which is true and honest.
if you cannot put in the time,
then you’re not worthy of the action.

A gringo dancing familiarity

so i went to hang with classmates,
and i ended up reacquainting myself
with the past that died.
i was exposed to latin culture,
something of which i’ve not
experienced since i was young.
to be surrounded by such being,
infused my time with pleasant memories.
i found that the people were raised
upon a rhythm felt,
not taught.
for this,
i was witness to
platonic camaraderie.
i felt much a part as
i did separate.

Niceties better spent

the response was easy
noninvasive, prying the general
cost of reciprocation limited
to effort given.
goodnight…
or not.
response is a choice,
so why am i surprised?
maybe it’s because those
i’ve thanked, wished well,
or commented, have generally
responded in a similar fashion.
genuine or not,
i was met half way.
disregard an extended hand,
i now reach for my balls.
i might as well scratch
an itch than gain a lawsuit.