So you take a 'selfie' and
then you text me
as if
you're number one,
but number one went long ago.

I know you do it just for show and
show it 'cause you can, but
please go text it someone else
for I'm a busy man.

The image I see is ***-ually
explicit
and here
I tell no lie, but
why send it to me
I have things to do and
looking at you is not on the list.

Something's been missed between now and two thousand and six and it's obviously not the most explicit of pics, but it's not about those or these or thems or anything else seen through the camera's lens,
it is more about you and the things that you do and the high and the low of it being put out on show it must be a madness, an affliction, every picture a work of your own self in fiction
and then you text me.