SOCIAL MEDIA
Refresh the grey
And call it morning,
The light is rented
The dark already knows your password.
Your stories are a confession booth,
With no priest only pixels.
So in the silence you pay for,
You swipe past the war like it’s weather
Past a child’s last meal
Like it’s an ad for empathy from you.
Poverty sleeps in the same algorithm
Just with worse lighting.
I watched the living auction their shadows
To stay visible.
Then wonder why the dark feels so expensive.
Kings of comment sections crown themselves
And borrow rage then bleed out in the replies
They beg for.
The good life is a rented costume
That shrinks in the wash of one bad Tuesday.
Death doesn’t knock anymore,
It auto plays at 1.5x.
While you pretend your still choosing everything
That rises.
Is already practicing the fall.
The only honest currency left is the tremor in your throat,
When the WiFi drops and you meet yourself.
Unbuffered a memento,
Is really just memento mori with better PR.
I am the witness who never signed the terms.
The world keeps refreshing.
I DO NOT.
they sold you a throne made of notifications,
And you sat in it like it was promised.
The algorithm learned your hunger
Before you learned your own name.
It feeds you your own funeral in 15second slices,
And you tip it for the privilege.
The rich man live streams
His emptiness is streamed in 4k.
The poor man becomes content for someone else’s sermon.
Both of them are inventory
Both of them refresh.
I have seen whole nations in the UN
Argue over a caption.
While the floor disappeared beneath the argument.
The observer does not pick a team,
The observer counts the bodies.
The dead lose names.
Just a moment scrolled…