One Day You Will Go Quietly Insane Poem by Mark Heathcote

If, you want to reject yesterday's humdrum wage-earning
survival system of 9 to 5.
Create a blog that sells social media epitaphs
of your imminent daily exposure to the world going viral.
Become a global enigma everybody loves
but nobody knows; in short,
become an image, a household brand and sell it 'over and over.'
Use doctored images, edit all the negatives,
and adopt a fake self-evolved attitude as the new you.
Be that robotic shop window mannequin
for the world to view; that's the future;
that's your domain kid. But beware:
one day you will go quietly insane and pick up a razor blade,
and as you cry for help,
the network will go down on another transient-like
another shared love tick— someone like you sadly couldn't resist.