Joi de Vivre through a 3″ screen
Destinations
about being seen
Piercings, ink, bizarre facial hair
but behind their eyes
Nothing there
No pose they wont strike
Sell their souls
for that Facebook like
Man-bun Boy leads the scooter parade
The posse follows
Completes the charade
On downtown venues they descend
Spouting virtues
they can’t defend
The urban landscape they transform
Landing in droves
like a swarm
See them there all the time
but given the choice
I’d rather have the crime