The Influencer

 Shout out Gorillaz

So tired so tired so tired

Staying up all day and all night

Smiling so hard like their jaw has been wired

As soon as they post, their popularity expires.

Desperate for likes

From strangers abroad

Gotta fake it so well 

So they don’t know they’re a fraud.

It’s exhausting to witness.

They see their ratings rise

 as the soul sinks into the abyss,

to feed the blind babies of flies.

Sell your soul, 

your persona, 

your body, 

and your booty hole;

When will it end?

Will it ever end?

Like the endless scrolling of doom

And restless tedium of Zoom

Trapped for hours inside of a room

Devoid of breath and zeal 

But Kaboom!

A glimmer of light

As the exit sign shines bright

We can continue to live 

As time falls rapidly 

Like flour through a sieve…

I feel so sorry for the influencer. 

 To perpetually live 

in the now and the present 

and have all of your life’s energy 

Properly and completely spent.

I long for the days 

When I was plagued by stale scones

But now I’m stuck with

Cracked screens and

Swarms of replicator drones.

oy vey

I choose broken teeth

Over this madness underneath

Any day of the week.

It’s wild to see 

the smiling faces 

Of beautiful strangers

living in digital misery,

I see their masks

And they all look so sad to me

But who am I 

Hiding behind this poetry?

Manufactured

And exaggerated

Companies of reality.

Countless 

Limitless 

Even almost infinite

As the hunt for the money within the 

Bottomless pockets of Advertisers

They grow

None the wiser to the fact that

They will only despise the average him and her.

What’s real?

What’s not?

It’s all so absurdly fraught 

with denial 

ethics on trial 

a reminder 

that one’s life 

is so delicate

 and fragile.

I don’t envy them.  

I can’t even fathom 

what depths cause

one to embark

 on their path

 of cult figure 

that leaves the psyche

 Beyond bewildered.

Shattered 

Shards of glass

Strewn on the floor

Cuz you sellin dat ass.

What’s it like, 

to spend all your days 

Awake and afraid,

By the product you made

bullied by a ring of light 

living life

 like a slave 

Surviving

Imbibing

Subscribing

A little bit of you

Always dying

Amazed by the design 

of a malignant hula hoop 

Of disillumination…

Or is it disillusionment…

of glory holy daze?

The influencer 

You have my sympathies

 a thousand times over.  

My hats off to you 

as we all watch you bend over.