Distract Ourselves
Let us distract ourselves to death.
For there is no tomorrow.
Get screens — borrow, steal, or beg.
The news must be followed.
You’re not living if you don’t have the new tech.
It’s being trendy, not hollow.
Be not afraid to voice your thoughts on the net,
Your opinions all matter! How can it be shallow?
Today’s Nikki, tomorrow’s someone getting canceled — “ooh, wonder whose next” ? How could they kill The Sopranos?
Load the notifications, urgent text!
Let the comments bubble up volcanoes!
So, let us distract ourselves to death.
Like there’s no tomorrow.
Get screens — borrow, steal, or beg.
The news must be followed.
Until moon dust settles the deck,
Until silence is all the big bang left,
Until entropy is reversed,
Until time stops to matter — and there’s not today, yesterday, or tomorrow.
