look at me now.
As of late
I took over the minds of the privileged
drawing them in,
playing with their communication.
someone bought you out,
and ran you out of town.
Once more famous than me
but now a distant memory.
Now I, my friend,
rose above, below, and all around you,
you, a M trapped in a box replaced by me,
who chopped off your two right legs,
built me, and made a better box.
A box in which your white leg keeps me upright.
my subjects turn on their devices
and log into me,
taking their morning one message at a time,
sending next month’s plans into today’s
Your followers Poke me,
because they no longer need your space.
Over 40 million strong and growing,
more famous than you ever were.
And as I grow in numbers,
my heart grows with broken keys.
These drones I created do not know me
but you, my friend…
You have seen private pictures spread like a virus,
and I played a part in it all.
Their broken dreams and sold hearts,
their lost lives and spurned pleas.
Oh, my friend,
I broke more hearts than
I kindled flames.
I caused more deaths than you ever had.
I threw destruction, depression, and
chaos into their homes.
I carry the notes of their brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters’ last words.
And I can bear no more.
if I ever see you again,
I will beg you to please
bring me from this Face I have been in.