Mirror, mirror, on the server
Sitting thinking without brain or nerve or
Thoughts, if we are frank and clear
I digress, show me as I appear

I'm none too fond of photographs
Remove them and place in the gaps
Links to the things that I'm consuming
For lack of life I'm what I'm choosing

Culture binging at my fingertips
A million singers, two million lips
See what I think of what's on Netflix
Film of the year? Look, here are my picks

I know dumb boxes from bits to busses
And though adding machines do have their plusses
The bytewise potrait seems to worsen
No pixel brush can paint a person

But see it from the other side:
Ads make money if they reach eyes
Like it or not, your click's a trend
But mirrors make for fallow friends