Archaic Eulogies and Their Synergies

Live on Facebook I post rubbish To caress the spook Who dares to finish The sleep I lose In the wee hours of nights Disturbed by the booze I swill in my fights Against strictures Society calls taboos In lampoon literatures That scorn the tattoos Adorning my arms My torso, my neck Without the qualms Society spots in a speck Akin to a storm in the teacup Society perceives in the freedom I enjoy as new ideas snap From disorders in the fiefdom Where new generations see a future Teeming with new technologies New social media whose cogent culture Defies archaic eulogies and their synergies.