So what makes the blood red, cynical, he comes from the snow white?
A creature of the night, a digital sprite, a social media knight.
He preaches peace, a paradox it seems, while his feed screams of material dreams.
A modern-day prophet, a guru of the trend, a master of the meme, a friend to the mend.

He yearns for the quiet, a serene escape, from the endless scroll and creating this space.
A philosopher's heart, a comedian's mind, a poet's soul, which truth he'll find.
He seeks solace in the simple things, a cup of tea, a good book, a moment's peace, on a fifteen second thing.
A touch of irony, a dash of wit, a sprinkle of truth, flesh of misfit.

I am reduced to a category
in the digital lifestyle.
The big giants govern me
Try tricks to entice me
To make it seems savoury
Feed me with bits that will modify me.
AI, advertisements and data,
they'll come together for business
Reduce me to a row of my criteria
They will see they can manipulate
with the day and time of my play.
They know exactly how I will simulate
At the least they have me ready
with the sentiment and numbers to calculate,
And it is only starting to be integrated.
Soon, the super intelligence would rule,
Being omniscient and omnipresent,
A new god on cue.