Culture? Nah, mate. Industry just zooms in On the niche, Extrapolates the artifacts Set to a beat To keep the world tuned, Dancing to their feed — It's simple economics.
Triple-layered humblebrags, The clown outshines the martyr — Pain-shaded, painted smiles Sheltering under paper screens, Catering to all your expectations.
Winner, winner — I chickened out And got some dinner instead. Winner, winner, There's no happiness in fame. Winner, winner — It's a shame that it still needs to be said, That there is no opinion greater Than our own.
There are so many answers, And none of it rhymes. I'm drowning in opinions, Social commentary, Inner doubts, Trying to cut through the white noise — Even stepped off my high horse — But no single explanation make sense, Other than That the question wasn't mine.
Sure, I could spit my truths, And force an echo — Poor man's rhythm — Construct sentences to Carry vowels, Not my heart. No, I'm not feeling that. Instead, let me give you One of my harder life lessons: Not everything, everyone Always comes back.
Words withheld, lacking strength, Halt cascading Worries, fears, regrets — Partings robbed In mutual, mute consent Of all those painful fragile little Verbal dominoes.
Concrete lives in swampland condos, The high-rise-underground express — Mind the view, your life Flies by fast, in seven easy steps. Birth, school, Work, procreate, Raise, educate, Then death.
Beware, though never in the mirror They're always there, Praying on the willing ear — These sympathy vampires with their Shallow scars and hollow tears.
I know you are still watching, By the counters on my feed — Look-don't-touch-me, come and love me, Zero-distance apathy. Show the world your worth, Truth or fiction — It's all the same to me.
Writings on the mirror, Projected onto me — Truth in layers, obfuscating What we're not supposed to see. Smiling for the camera, Eyes dead to the world, Smoldering within.
Light, a blinking cursor, Questions asked, unanswered — Are you there, Is this thing on? Reactions nor compassion — Drive-by clicks to like my pain, And then they're gone. Are we still live? Are you still there, Is this thing on?
