interwebs

Even us, the Ozymandians, can surf

From this sorry state

And migrate to Byzantium

death can rob you of your hope

and taxes can take away your dreams

but nothing can steal your aesthetic

it wont matter what shoes you work

or how your hair looked

or what jeans you bought

what will matter

are what kinks you shamed

telling furries to fuck off

makes for easy internet points

may your pictures live forever

a monument to that one time you thought you looked good

for when you shout at strangers in all caps

you shout out into the void

the greatest satirists will never get the fame

that ironic memes get us

a blogger’s storytime videos

are more poetic than we will ever be

for Shakespeare never related to as many people in his time

than most YouTubers do whoring out for views

Thus the keyboard has a Midas touch

And if you seek a monument

Then don’t look around you

"Repheix" by l-aww

"confession" by mrgreekzies