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