i don't have a friend in the world
by my own volition, of course
i socially emulsify... every, single, god damned thing
i come accross. . . digitally
i suspect all of you
and anyone capable of crossing me
i fix everyone - for reasons similar
but, mostly, it's just for fun
mostly, it's just my disposition
i am here to kill you
(and i always know better, yet my humor remains sick)
my targets are random
compulsively
i do this (unrelenting)
like a serial killer. . .
it's what you'd call me
if all this f*****g social media
were truly alive, truly kicking
i do not belong here
among you
i use you for sport
without feeling
this is my laboratory
and i'm a f*****g monster
without license
though, not in real life
luckily i only kill digitally
still, i feel nothing - and that is dangerous
so please. . . someone stop me
i don't know how to end