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Selfie Civilisation

Forty-seven takes for one lie.

Excuse me Excuse me No, don't move I'll go around ...Again Phone up blocking half the view Backing into me for the perfect shoot Arm extended chin tilted down Queen of the fountain clown of the town Forty-seven takes for the same damn shot Caption it deep like it means a lot Valencia filter existential dread Living for the grid already dead Golden hour on a sacred site Ass to the altar get the lighting right Museum's burning but the backdrop slaps History's free but the pose is facts Hashtag fuck your validation Selfie fucking civilisation Step aside for nobody hon The actual moment already gone You're not the content you're the noise Paper-thin ego that annoys Nobody cares about your feed But keep on shooting yeah you do the deed Walk in front of me mid-sentence go I'm the obstacle in your one-woman show Tutorial face and the signature pout Same bathroom mirror same insecure doubt You'd get more engagement tits out anyway But sure post the quote about living today Feeble and fragile fishing for the like Someone validate me tell me I'm alright Sunset's dying let me get the vibe Tag the location build the tribe Checked in present totally here Except not really not even near Hashtag fuck your validation Selfie fucking civilisation Nobody asked nobody cares Mirror selfie in in your underwear You're not a brand you're a nervous wreck Invisible thread around your neck One day the algorithm shifts And down goes everything it lifts I used to think it was confidence Turned out it’s just the opposite A stage built out of glass and scrolls Feeding ghosts and digital trolls Check the angles, chase the light Starving for a "like" tonight Insta-gram insta-gram Nobody gives a damn Insta-gram insta-gram Nobody gives a damn Move through the world like it owes you space Camera forward lead with your face Experiences curated cropped and sold A graveyard of the stories told Thirty years from now you'll look and see A thousand angles of your own anxiety The mountain was there the moment was real But you were too busy doing the reveal Hashtag fuck your validation Selfie fucking civilisation Step aside for nobody hon The actual moment already gone You're not the content you're the ghost Just fucking fodder for a digital roast Nobody's watching nobody's there Just the hollow echo of a front-facing stare Great shot Really That one's going to do numbers It didn't do numbers It didn't do numbers