The Child of Berners-Lee

Consider me someone of barter,

You exchange with me.

 

I carry alot in my bag:

Education.

Backlash.

Dedications.

Some say trash.

Racy pics and texts,

Oh no doubt.

Scriptures and Godless arguments

All thrown about.

A coin whose head says No H8.

While tails wants to hear a fetal heartbeat.

Schoolyard taunts used as bait

And skepticism towards something concrete.

 

For a laugh, I'll take a second.

A reaction for a day.

A week to like a pic I reckon.

Months of free music to play.

Annual compromises for views.

And wishing to see one sink.

"im feelin fine. got nuttin to lose"

A thought that many people think.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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