Tip, tap, tip, tap.

Words on a screen
Colors flashing vividly bright
Blurred eyes once keen
Squinting at the offending light

Tip, tap, tip, tap.

A façade of fame
Silence in the form of lies
Another false claim
Behind the screen’s guise

Tip, tap, tip, tap.

The keys robotically pressed
Lips creased; a wry grin
Typing as if possessed
The mind; a downward spin

Tip.
Tap.
Tip.
Tap.