Broadcasters charged bucks for a feed to you
Of your own friends on 'social media'
And had the nerve to sell ads on your shit,
Making your piteous self-effacement
To get attention the price you pay for
Posing like something one sends away for.
What was human contact became branding,
Not anything a heart had a hand in.
Ad copy is way shorter than discourse,
Besides, who wants to read chapter and verse?
Ain't a picture worth a thousand of 'em?
Paste something and get it over with, then.