All the world’s a Screen,
And all the men and women talking heads;
They have their platform removals, pending drops;
And Stanleys broadcast playing many roles,
Their avatars creating Seven Pages.
At first the Newbie, tablet swipes and scrolls
Soft-fisted with an iPad in his arms;
And then the locked-down, home-schooled child abed
With LED-lit face, glitching and muted,
The mirrored classmates screen-sharing Minecraft.
And then the Incel spanking it
On Pornhub, vision boards are falling short
To manifest the sex The Secret promised;
The Gamer (“level googol Call of Duty!”),
A cosplay Stormtrooper, will seek respect
By defecating in the Capitol.
Next comes the Podcaster (subscribe and like)
The straddled fences, senses cooking naught
But bitter scraps of massive scapulae;
He stirs the pot, secures his childrens’ futures,
And, neutering her mates and playthings, breaks
The air to state that they are welcome.
The sixth age shifts to opiates for pain,
The shame (collected, shoved aside) will hide
Some lies desired by a mind that finds
Comradery in netizens who send
Death threats to scientists and former friends.
Last page of all that ends this trendy app:
Persona Segunda, Avatar the Seagull
By Chekov Trek AI interpreter
FaceTime solitaire pen pal suicide
Notes in comic sans.