Poem: "99 Problems" by Tanner Reiss

99 Problems
Tanner Reiss, Feb. 18th, 2022

I got 99 problems
And this phone is
Every single one
I'm fucking done!
But how can I be done
When this virtual reality
Is my only identity?
I'm so addicted to
Being online
That if I get sober
I'm scared it'll be over.
I'm living in "The Circle"
Like Emma Watson
And "Going Under" like
Evanescence.
Screw this,
Screw this goddamn
Social media presence.
They say money is the root
Of all Evil
But I beg to differ
This hand held

Computer is a slave driver
And I'm the commuter
I wish I had never
Picked those flowers
That weild Bubonic powers
Because ever since I
Chose to smell that rose
I've felt these walls close.
Used to pride myself on
Being my own master
But now I'm out in paster
Where the Rains Reign
Dreaming of being free
While screaming for someone
To finally save me
I'm not lying when I say
It's life and death
I swear this shit is
Just as bad as meth!
I'm sorry, but I'm down
To my last breath
I can no longer breathe

So pretty, pretty please
I got 99 problems
And this phone is
Every single one
I'm fucking done!
But remember me
By my memes.