You can bring up a screen
full of color, craft every
motion with one hand,
follow the gleam of each
story as it unscrolls then
disappears like smoke.
You are King of the flat world.
Ones and zeroes love you.
Hit print, streamer-man.
Watch your life ripple
through the shredder.
The pages shatter. They
drift away in wind.
Beneath the poem it says “Add a comment to this post.” That seems to fit the poem IMHO