Modernity always imagined
Crude past disowned
The ancient pundits are forsaken
All silent and entombed
Their wise edicts
Are all forgotten unknown
A new breed of mutants emerge
These gluttons of fame and fortune
Best known as
sons and daughters of Narcissus
New citizens of the world
Selfie stick is their tool
Thriving in multitude
In this ubiquitous cyber world
Transcending time and distance
Singing their ageless anthem
With interminably repeated lyrics of:
Me, me, me and endless words of me!
Consider not this poet manqué
A noisy misanthrope
Or a misfit dilettante
That loves to quack and croak
Asked I this question:
From here where do we go?
If countless me care not
For the suffering of many souls
These me only care
for fame and fortunes
Forever intoxicated
In the sea of delusion
Eternally babbling and crawling
Towards their grave
Endlessly lisping,
Me, me, me and uncountable words of me!