Their eyes are glassy, and their hair is wild.
But the image they present is lovely and mild.
They stalk the famous, the clever, the known,
All from the comfort of their battered smartphone.
They seek the attention they so sorely lack,
All in the hopes of that illusive follow back.
Their own produce is bland and dull,
With original thoughts or ideas, null.
They don’t contribute, they don’t create,
They just want to latch on to others who are great.
Where once a photo would make them shake and freeze,
Now their battle cry is a simple “RT PLZ?”
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