The Death of Social Media

The universe has changed itself

from core to skies above

with a billion ways of sharing

our million forms of love.

These headlines we present ourselves

too often alter egos

and these followers are fooled

faster than fastest, baldest eagles.

"Looking to get booked" they say

"Inquiries" they speak of...

Then build this must for trust in things

that WE know nothing of.

Some share all their emotion counts,

some can't tell them apart

some down to double tapping screens

to glance at little hearts.

Hate comes from lack of "likes"

"likes" go to whats not real

Its almost like this social shit

runs how we truly feel.

So "SCREEN!!!" I scream

"oh bloody screen

I do not have a clue!

I do not know how mIphone is

Dictating my to do's!

It said that there's a way for me

to filter all the signs

that transport these illusions

from a caption to the mind.

I say don't give up living

for a quick push of a button

Let's not just look at news feeds

for a topic of discussion.

So when you push for Siri

and you're asking what to do

I hope that she ignores you

or just says "It's up to you."

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