“Like” is like “nice”,
A word that’s like, not a word,
Like it’s unimpressive.
It’s like saying, “That Ming vase is nice”
When it’s like, “delicate” or “exquisite” .
Yes, it’s nice, but, it’s not like the constructive connective
It’s like there’s this void,
the little bit that,
Like is like, nice
but like, how many likes do you need?
Like quite a few I suppose.
What are we without a like?
Like unpopular? Like ugly?
Undeserving? Unaccounted and like, unheard?
And well, there’s like, insecurity to think about
without at least like, one like or two.
Like, if you like my page, that’s nice,
Like my photo, like my comment; like I’m cool..
I like it!
Like it’s impressive
Like it’s filling my needs,
Without it, it’s like you don’t like me.
Like my face, like my selfie, like my pout tho’,
Like my breakfast, lunch or dinner
Like my music, like my song,
Like my opinion
Like my life
There might be something in it for you.
Like, aren’t I interesting too?
Maybe l’ll live with less
Less, is like, supposed to be more,
I won’t let like’s presence feature
I’ll just sit on the fence like
and watch likes spill through your door;
My likes are for similes not for smileys,