You’re the next everyone else,
Lest you be yourself.
Caption Queen amongst the memes.
Twit wit shit list.
And we’ve only come to the talk in Uptown.
Facebook Famous.
Reddit a Million times.
No more waiting in line.
Status update: Fine.
Googley eyes.
A Wikileaks work week.
And we’ve just come to a stoplight on Nicollet in Downtown.
Watching the clock, listing, clicking, trolling, scrolling…
Wasting time.
Fuck going outside,
I sit back and recline.
And we’ve just been stuck inside.
All night out.
All day in.
All living in sin.
It’s a hit with the cool kids.
What’s a book?
What’s a park?
What’s a walk?
Loving it.
And the lit up screen in front of me keeps me out of the dark.
Dial tone on the phone to text.
Who needs to talk?
Life is complicated,
And complex.
Depressed and unable to rest.
Wake to a beep, everyday things in my nightmares mar my sleep.
Thank god it was just a dream.
Again, I reach for my phone.
Notification with a beep alerts me.
And we lie in a bed in Marcy Holmes.
I’ve seen things on my feet:
From the free clinics to the free church dinners,
Social media makes everyone a winner.
Or the ice couldn’t get much thinner.
All over these deep waters.
You see?
Just click.
