logocultism (poem)

With digital tools I carve myself

For society to look upon me

The panopticon of social media 

Gazing coldly down, judging my worth

Creativity crushed by consumerism

I navigate through Metamodernity

Without monetary gain I cannot live

I research trends and copy styles

I read metrics to distill my personality

Cutting away pieces with sharp scissors

My worth grows more through followers

I filter my life to appear perfect

With this brand, I become a slave

Oppressed by tools which declare freedom

Born of creativity, dead of design

I am the modern designer