Defining yourself By what you cannot do Is arbitrary in the extreme Since the number of such things Is infinite. In truth, we are The sum of all the things We do, or have done. Worrying about limitations Is like worrying about Not winning at the Olympics When you aren’t even entered.
The best days we ever have Aren’t about how we feel, But how others feel, around us.
If I was an Instagram model, And knew daily that Thirteen million people Saw pictures of my butt and thought, “Hey... I like that” I’m not quite sure what I’d think about anything else. Or that I ever would.
Social media algorithms Think I care about odd things. Facebook thinks I want to see Cheesy morality tale videos. I do, but... How did they know?
When I was a kid, I used to hear, “Never criticize someone Until you have walked a mile In their moccasins.” This was part of The popular wisdom of the time, Where empathy involved The appropriation of slippers. And culture, apparently.
I was taught not to say anything about anyone or it could or would happen to you. Like call that girl fatty and see how fat you get. 😊
I know better than to call anyone fat. In recent photos, I look like I swallowed the younger version of myself.
Not true but funny response🤣!
“Algorithm & Blues” is a really good title.
Thank you. It was originally “Algorithm and Rhyme”, but I realized none of the poems, did.
If I thought thirteen million folks were looking at my butt I’d wonder what was wrong with them
😂😂
Great, now I’m worried about not winning the Olympics. 😀
Gold medals are so garish, really. And out of season.