Mandatory ego reports, for your health and my pleasure
Gaze into the mirror until you cry; it makes me feel alive
Study the blood in your veins; trace it back to your origin so I can define you, for you
Oh? If you’re so true then gaze into the black hole, for me
Tell me what you see
See? You can’t keep it up
So look at me
Closer now, pay attention; I can detect even micro- aggression
And I can project it too, if need be, NPC
Who do you think they’ll believe?
Anyway, be happy, be grateful, but most importantly, say “cheese”
We must harvest the art of every arrival; take part and depart
But don’t take it personally: digital tokens are a hot commodity in this economy
What the fuck do you mean “real”?
The audacity to even ask, you ass
What’s real is how you make me feel about how I seem
And what it means to me
And what that means about you
And the music in my rhetorical implications
So don’t even try to escape the cascading revelations
Just dance, and best be smooth
I’ve got my eye on you
After all, the pudding’s in the proof