By this means, they tried to make themselves immortal,
the scroll of their days and silly jokes unrolling digitally,
the flickering video rolling ever onward tirelessly
recording, continuously on as they uploaded incessantly,
clicking on phone or tablet, as if to make penny offerings
to the great god they had raised to make themselves laugh.
But in the end, these efforts were bereft of benefit, no oath
of wisdom there— fit only for the entertainments of others.
These little testaments they left became fools’ coercions:
ghost screens, constant shame, meat aglow for bullying diversions.