The world takes care too much of the snails,
When they are too slow;
Hands scroll very fast;
Yet, feet walk so slow.
The end is near,
But, they don't even sheer,
Seems like life is so much easy,
Didn't know that the others are in worry.
Very active,
But, not productive.
When you look at their posts,
They look like locust.
When you throw a message,
They always put it in the trash bin.
When you ask them to go through a passage,
They just grin.
Expect the unexpected:
They always act like walking dead;
They face you,
But, they don't listen.
They listen,
But, they can't understand.
They ask,
But, they won't understand.
Life seems so easy;
Google is always free.
I hope Google won't answer,
Until they will realize they're like snails.
Written by: Raniel Dagsa
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