Ode to Tumblr
Nothing tastes as good as truth feels,
and truth is, I’m a little bit weird.
Like Tumblr at midnight, still spinning,
still serving the forgotten, the feared.
Me too, scrolled for “skinny” salvation,
a shrine of shadows in pixel light…
but taste, not bone, brings liberation;
I choose flavour over fading to white.
A misfit, a whisper outside the crowd,
not quite this, not fully that.
Somewhat a post left unliked, unbowed,
but still there, strange and intact.
We’re all a little Tumblr in disguise,
never quite lost.
Just misfiled under words like wise.
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