Tuesday, November 19, 2013

A Deal with the Devil

Pen and paper beside
Endless thoughts brewing on my mind
Let’s see, how to begin
Oh look, there’s a notification!

Listless faces, infinite stories
Such overwhelming information
Might I just take a minute’s break?
Any likes or comments- a quick check.

Time passes, months fly
The summer winds gently sway
This raving demon consumes my soul
It carries me up and away.

Such a possessive spouse,
A more obsessive partner I haven’t seen
We are in a co-dependent relationship.
We’d have to go to therapy
But ah Facebook, only you have understood me!

Now you love me, now you don’t
You make me feel pretty;
You make me sound smart.
I’ve never met anyone like you
I’d trade every reality for this illusory you.

It’s true I haven’t read a book in eons
Not even made a friend- a real one that is.
But it doesn’t matter you see
My Facebook friends are more than 450.

We are closer than you think
We talk everyday, sometimes by night
And when my neighbour (some name I forget) commits suicide
That’s what I put up as status.

My FB friends are very concerned
They shower me with affection
I know they care and they do.
I’m not lonely as that neighbour too.

Morning to night, I search
Crazy anecdotes, curious sightings, whatever I can find
To impress my invisible friends.
But the day my status gets less than 10 likes,
I gasp. I stare aghast, afraid
To acknowledge my worthless existence.
Why does nobody love me?
Am I that repulsive, that boring?
What would it take to just ‘like’ me?

Because you see, attention is a transient drug
Keeps you high till the effects wear off
Very soon, 10 likes aren’t enough.
You need more and more. As far you can go.

His photo got more comments than mine.
Does that mean he’s more popular, more charming?
Ah Facebook you bitch,
You have created a pool of contagious narcissuses
Each feeding off the popularity of other
Distracting us from the real world.

Attention keeps us high, in a vegetative state
We’re all kings and queens here
Just a reflection of our true selves.

So take my home, my pen, paper and soul
Take my beauty, my vitality, my youth
Take my knowledge, my urge, I care not
So long as my profile is ‘followed’ the most.

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