How Can You Not Like This?

woke up this morning again. with the desire to be liked still in my underwear I wrote this and posted it to you. even though I am the leader of a small cult of followers, the platform has cultivated extreme discernment amongst them all. familiars who would never tell their children just how bad their chicken scratch artwork really is but somehow find it so easy to stuff appreciation deep down in the pocket of their dulling spirit and scroll past original pieces of poetry suddenly with the eye of a snooty online journal editor who learned in the sixth fold path of the user agreement of doom scrolling how to like unlike or not like everything their friends’ post with the cool detachment of a Buddhist.