Omegle
In velvet red he sat in front again –
Crisscrossing crescent lines of malcontent.
No eyes to monitor the clicks of keys;
Of misspelled lies – castles and whorehouses
And dungeons, parasols and fuzzy ‘cuffs.
Atop his shaking bed that held no truth –
Not of his forty years, nor of his dick
For if it did, then, honey, disconnect.
haha well done! Not often I find poems about sites like Omegle. The horrors we can find on that site.
Thanks 🙂 It is a disturbing (albeit fun) site.
Seems like an interesting experience. Are you good friends now?
good friends with whom? 🙂
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