Exhume

as the boredom sets in

and you continue 

to hashtag the shit

out of everything,

it strikes me that

you ain’t living

spending your whole time

editing 

the 

uninteresting,  

shades of your nothing life

glimmer in 4K definition

it’s a freakshow exhibition, 

this mind rot has got me questioning 

your constant fucking posturing

you’re so painfully boring,

constantly lambasting

yourself for views,

you’re as fake as the news

as vapid as the shite you consume

it’s individuality you need to exhume