A cracked screen:
a cracked visor?
No, no worry – we get a yearly reviser.
(My life is trapped by a fruity queen.)
The crack is intense displeasure
or oxygen deprivation.
It reeks of virtual frustration!
(But I now see the treasure.)
O manufactured replacement,
let my heart be reclaimed
so my life won’t go ashamed.
(Your sockets give me emplacement.)
Emplacement or nothing.
Nothing or virtual?
A cracked screen is reality.
Reality is caramel.
It gets stuck between our teeth.