Portrait of a Text Message

Facebook analysis stuck in this paralysis
bloggers are the lyricists some bloggers sucking phalluses
begging for a piece of that internet pie
the beats that amplify I rectify with my misses uh-I
stay fly sharper than the low-fi
indie rock kid that keeps trying to do or die
with the skinny neck tie and that gleam in his eye
downing pabst blue ribbon working hard to look fly
we get by on these eloquent status updates
I’ve been googled a hundred thousand times can you relate?
I was an excellent date until ya gone messed up
And text messaged everybody in the whole damn state
No longer hungry -- I ate, take that food off my plate
It wasn’t a minute too soon, it was ten messages late
So I escape to my den where no light will come in
To excavate some strange artifacts: paper and pen