Now if you die
the newspaper will proudly display
the worst selfie that
you ever took in your whole life
on its front page,
next to big bold print
and bullshit ads and sports team’s
manufactured importance,
and then there is you…
How sad.
This image is
the only photograph of you
that they could find
on your social media page—facebook fame,
quick, fast, now,
through a Google search of your name.
This is the best they could do
for the article, for the paper—for you,
just by going
on the news of your death
and your name,
to your unique page.
I grab the limp paper now
and wonder,
does the family even know?
I wish I had coffee,
I wish other more realistic
less bias things
made the news…
Hillary Clinton goes to jail,
perhaps? But who is she
to me anyway?
No one…
See, I don’t care…
I am worried about my selfie,
my image, my name:
What they will show when I die
on the front page!
This is what life has come to.
I think it costs about $1.00 …
