Kids go to school in suits,
preparing to become busy little bees
within a logo-sculpted underworld,
a hive mind of digital noise replaces
any and all meaning once their heads
are in the Cloud, where every thought
and feeling is part of a micro-transaction
existence with no up front fees.
Everything is a sin, unless they're told it is
all part of the plan and so becomes allowed,
like not falling in love just being dependent
on people and things that they don't need;
"Like" that sense of shame or even dread
of not having or wanting the latest and greatest
next-best-thing on a list that none of them
knew was real until their names were on it.
Then the real fun begins as they try to
cram every year full with emptiness,
trying to seem what they're definitely not
and to want what they can't have, just to feel
that they're not surplus to requirements
when they look into someone's eyes
only to find nothing reflected except
ghosts of who they should have been.