I once met a verse that could transport my words
anywhere in the world like a lightning burst

Yo WhatsApp Slack?
Is that you, Gram or Snapchat?

I was happy with polaroids
as a boy, with noisey toys
but this verse is serrated
averse pictures on steroids
with filters infatuated

I used to go to movies,
you know - plush red and reclined
surrounded by Dolby,
and in about 90,
I flashback outside

But this verse spoiled me
why should I wait on a line - when I’m already online?
I can pick any flick
with a flick of my numb thumbs,
I’m sick with it

more like sick of it
sick because of it

Met-a PR’s repertoire
hides ALL that VR noir
intezaar for the new war
eyes beggin’ me to blink
dopamine’s droppin’ me winks
Remember Dunbar?
Ha! Well that number’s a memoir

I got close to this verse
fingers burned by the screen
the algorithm’s curse
puts a rhythm to my screams

In this metaverse
I died and gave birth
to the digital me,
now the only way I see is virtually
and the new ban to humanity?
rockin’ RayBans... naturally