You like my old accounts?

Over now, talk dumb shit so I’m like no más,

Don’t let them vampires drip off your energy all blasé, blah, blah,

But they make my phone purr, go brr, pling, bling,

So.

Be dismissive precisely with the flick of your wrist like this.

You don’t need to flex, Bitch.

just keep it hot & fresh- like takeout.

Stay bored- I mean it.

Sip one. 

Take two.

Insist on being introduced.

“I know, I know, I know- I hate me too.”

Interrupt anything polite,

direct the conversation.

With drunk, outlandish statements.

Just to sparkle rumors- beautifully rude.

It’s art, art, an art.

Pretend it’s passionate,

to care less.

If they ask you to express-

give impression opinions.

Just dim this shit up.

When them goats say baa baa, I say nah da.

I’m no family cow so ain’t gonna be no moo, moos on me.

I know, I know, I know real ghosts so say- boo hoo…

Don’t explain.

Use gesture.

Blur your answers.

Make it about you.

Everything’s just so…

Lovely,

what’s this place?

Oh-

have you seen my latest?

Did you?

See.

Remember old is new-used.

Skip “new.” 

To what’s next.

Eww?

Wrinkle ya face.

Shake yo head.

Disapprove.

Of course everyone hates it.

It’s the new rage!

It’s an art, art, art,

You don’t even have to make it.

Everyone’s faking taste, metro, polished, and tan so.

Let them ducks go quack, quack.

Or the chicken heads just clap back.

You jus,

Look over sunglasses.

With a Mr. Spock eyelash.

Oh how-

Very contrarian, dot, dot, hit the dab pin.

Put lipstick to lips.

Hola, is this data, no it’s da-ta.

Yes.

Babe– take it.

Maybe I’ll steal it away.

Yeah.

Simply demand it.

Before you vanish.

However you get it in.

It’s art.

Isn’t it?