INSTAGRAMIC

I stepped off the cliff-suddenly, Instagramic.
The Kingmakers convened in haste,
Their verdict: wholly algorithmic.
I'm the real deal now. I've become kinetic.

They crowned me with a digital wreath,
Their voices echoed through coded streams.
I surfed the surge of raucous praise.
Notifications flared like fever dreams.
I've turned magnetic,
like buzzards, girls flock to me in unending streams

I met each dawn with curated fire,
Yet found myself a pawn in wire.
I trended wide, I trended fast,
No fear my fame would fail to last.

But silence grew where peace once lay.
I called for followers; none would stay.
The crown, now cold, a pixel gleam.
I'd trade my likes for something real.

Footprints stretch from my front door
To sunsets raw and unfiltered, pure.
I toss, I turn, still half awake.
As midnight tolls what metrics break.