Now poems are all "sold out"
But the tweets go so loud
Cybernauts go vagabond their sphere
It got me, got me crying in a cellar
"Please forget me now"
My whereabouts are known
Yeah, Yeah, you got me. I appeared
You typed my name, googled, yeah
Sorry! I'm about to become unknown with my face down,
lying prone before the screen, yes yo l'm a clone
Horribly anonymous like a stone
Terribly miss my old microphone
Flowers, impostors, I declare my disappearance Until I find a real taleteller's sphere
(or some kind of a poetic message transfer protocol)
Flowers, impostors, butterflies, cybernauts,
All listen to a declaration of my disappearance
Until there's a taleteller's protocol
In a hotel room or somewhere,
gonna lay my body down
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