Emojis ride the breakers,  Crashing, unto the neglected ebbs, And sullen shores where, Wrecks lie abandoned and wild. Still you dared the rapture, Exploring shoals with a syllabus, of inebriated stutters,  And youthful colored lips so mild. Rocks do tell my story, Outlets do keep my lies. Does nature not seem to Beg the larger question why- And how, did you ever find Your way upon my barren isle.