Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Hard Hit

Anytime I am not online,

What are all of my friends doing that

I am missing out on? I pine

To be back on my habitat.

And of course when I get back on,

All my friends are talking about

This and that fun phenomenon

That did occur, and I missed out.

And of course I pretend that I

Was on for this and that as well.

I laugh outside, inside I cry.

My off online sure hurts like hell.

Only cure for my FOMO, damn,

Is deleting my Instagram.