My life depends on Wi-Fi bars, 

Approval found in likes and hearts. 

My dinner waits as scrolling starts, 

My selfies hide my inner scars.
 

My friends? They're avatars from Mars, 

Yet here I sit, refresh in hand, 

Counting views I can not withstand. 

Who cares for sleep, or food, or air? 

Online fame is my cross to bear— 

But hey, at least my brand's on-brand!