Pain

Never a parent
In this whole wide world
Wants to see their child suffer

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Faking It

Plastic flowers
By the corner they sit
Petals arranged
Balanced
Manipulated by mortal hands

Priceless
Timeless
It’s worth faking
Like the flowers at the corner
It doesn’t matter if beauty is not real
So long it pleases the eyes of the beholder

Consensual Spying

An Irony it is
When we feared too much
Of Big Brother watching us
Being monitored
Eyes above our shoulder
Looking into our screen
The status updates
The shares and likes

Yet
Consensually we are telling the world
What we had for breakfast
Our spouse’s secret
Our dirty habits
The selfie we took just after shower
The video chat we had with a stranger

There never is a Big Brother watching us
We voluntarily work for them