Photoshopped Life

I used to pretend

But it f*cks up my Zen

Surrounded by all

Of these Barbies and Kens

With Photoshopped lives

All shiny and thin

Importance defined

By what they

Keep their

Things

In

A reckoning's coming

I just don't know when-

I'll reassess my selfies

And Instagram "friends"

Do I flush out my life

With a spiritual cleanse?

Or...

Ride to faux sunset

In an Insta-fake Benz?

Surgeon General's Warning:

Synthetic society's

Material-driven variety

Builds widening disparities

'Tween wants and eternal verities...

Which may cause-

Blindness

Numbness

Redress

Bad breath

And soul death...lol?