Death To The Selfie

Death to the selfie.

The self imposed zombies 

Bumping into walls from

tablets and cellies

Enter belly of the beast

Nuisance Technology.

The one word responses 

The constant scrolling tours

The apps glorified open

The texts with binary whores.

The rate system on book of face

Give me a number,

Direct message me for gratification of a taste.

Men posing harder than females for double taps

Click here

Hips here

Mirrors flash.

Hashtag wars in 140

Followers only Internet famous for conformity

Must check the post

The tag

The alert

The comment

The response

Ring a ding ding

Look at my bling

I can finance

A brand new cell phone. 

Fuck all other in MySpace

This is my space

Head down

See the top of my crown

Click 

Clack

Keyboard tap

If I call before I text they mad. Simple "k"

Is okay. Acronyms become decoder rings, we 

Become secret agents in labyrinth strings 

Twisted and curled in a network bound of 

Google and Siri, Bing, and remember that

Dial up thing?

You've got mail!

Yeah. But anyway,

Death to the selfie.

Death to the Instagram hoe pics,

The trolls lurking in bridges under forums,

The bathroom shots

Boob pics,

And ass shots,

Because give us something more 

Perhaps food for thought?

  

Death to the selfie.

-b.r.rivera