We’re heads on sticks with guts inside, A nut between our ears with pride. We wear our necks like runway shows, And scream when anyone pulls our toes. We come in sizes, shapes, and strings, But only squeal when tension clings.

I’m a twitchy little limb with a light-up dance, Begging for notice, fat chance. Left or right? Who knows the plan? You drive like chaos in a van. I blink and blink with all my might, You treat me like your conscience-out of sight.

In this wired madhouse, where chaos reigns, Memes are gospel and insults are gains. Trolls run the court with karma as cash, Welcome to the pit where sanity’s trash.

I promised a view both sleek and new, Yet left you waiting, stuck in blue. With glass so clear but speed so slow, My name is one you’d rather not know.

I let you rank your closest friends, With flashing pages, the fun won’t end. Music played the moment you came, Yet now I’m but a forgotten name.