We live in a world
Where vines matter over minds
Where the number of likes you get on a picture
Validates your existence as a worthy creature
I got over 500 friends on my profile
But only about two I can count on in real life
My mind processes sceneries in a filter
My wandering ideas are condensed into 140 characters
Oh, and I mustn’t forget to include hashtags
That shit makes you automatically cooler
But hey, at least I have a solid fanbase on Twitter
That will listen
And not be passive
Because you know, it always feel like I’m communicating to
masses
Talking and giving my LOUD opinion
In a silent cyber dominion
All without muttering a sound
And yet, I long to speak mounds
I wish to vocalize my shriveling sentiments
Not drown in an ocean of typed detriment
I am feeling something right now
That I wish to express to someone on the other line
Wait, but I MUST summarize
In that one categorical emoticon
All those ineffable facial lines
That formed on my face
While my words were mechanically being spaced
Because nowadays emotions ought to be like their online
counterparts
Accepted and bought
Rather than interpreted into abstract thought
God forbid
Your behavior should match your complex anatomy
You’ll risk those vultures hovering over you
Trying to pin you down with an abnormality
We live in a world
Where you touch to activate your devices
You don’t take your mama’s advices
But will share a quote that’s saying the same thing
To look as if you’re redeeming your vices
Fast- forward in time
Hey look it’s your funeral
The godly man is reciting words from the Holy Book
Not surprisingly, he is overlooked
People heard there was free Wifi
They’re all trying to find a connection
So they can post their condolences and sorry affections
On your Facebook wall
That apparently still bloody lives on
While your flesh rots
Congratulations
It seems that in your time well-spent on earth
You’ve really had all your personal relationships mastered
You lucky bastard.
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| Paul Delvaux, The Deposition (1951) |
