Wokespeare

I’m gonna compare you to my Samsung.

But your bod’s less square and you don’t update—

Like, you’ll live longer ’cause you’re pretty young,

As long as Paleo keeps off that weight.

I’m T-B-H totes bingein’ on Netflix,

All night, so bright on my ’droid so clutch, bae;

It’s got T-Swift, Uber, glam swimsuit pics,

Surfin’ Instagram’s cloud forev like cray.

Actually, my data’ll def outlive you,

’Cause your on-fleek bod can’t even upload.

Should I compare Samsung to yo tissue,

When your bad tan’ll wrinkle and this stay code?

Sorry not sorry, these eyes just got woke;

This tech ages like Depp but you’ll one day croak.