Learn to Code

I done thunk a lot and I come up with maybe I oughta go sit down nare in a chair in front of a computer I seen and type. I’d think better if I do it sooner instead of put my phone in my hand every so often which is where my vocabulary seems to meld better with my writing as I try to come up with the perfect sentence to impress myself before the lure to post quickly on social media overcomes my desire to remain anonymous on this leather couch. Social posts are where I can be proper, where my phone becomes an extension of the man. I can make long sentences that are good enough for the sophisticated intellectual elite and the glamorous celebratory class who call me “pal”. Then there’s the actual casual class that swoons with envy over the amount of followers on twitter they could have if influencers didn’t only give them a perfunctory glance or ignore them all together for being casually realistic with one liners and hilarious interpretations of what is actually going on. I would like to be a part of the casual class that makes up the majority but I’m scared. I’m afraid that I am not real and will be called out as such like those elites who have real hard copy talent. So I’m going to remain here just typing on my phone trying to get a good enough sentence together for now before my mind starts wandering back to the bottom where I’m wanting to make some sort of career out of sittin at a computer just thinkin on it, to have no time learnin much else but make some sorta language that noneya can really understand. Imina get rich and powerful.