You want a youthful view on social networks, Gov? It'll be the fifteen days of fame syndrome for sure -- was fifteen minutes, but that died a death. That's what the young kids cut their teeth on now. But us, the grandees of the game, we're more extreme, we're after more -- We're in it for to win it, Guv'! I see the social network as a broadsheet, no? A democratic paper, not one that spouts democracy. Everyone writes his or her own column, yeah? No editors to keep us all in check with That aint policy, old son, you can't write that! So! -- Full of all the stuff then, that the public wants. Gossip is my speciality. And crime. I do a lot of crime from time to time. I find it very popular. Now say I write tomorrow how I aim to kill the cat in Downing Street -- but wrap it up, like, so as no one understands it 'till I do -- but when I do... then Bingo! I go viral, see? And all the world knows who and what I am! My readership goes stratospheric, man! The noughts go running off the flippin' chart. That's what it's all about. To be there at the death... All papers have to boost their circulation. no? Im' just the same as any big sheet up in town. Some guys are into sexting now. Not me! I leave that sort of shit to them. That's like your page three boobs and bums. That's common, man. I'm more your classy writer with an intellectual edge. They tell me I'm abusing what I love, a medium of value to mankind. But everything's abused these days because the world has changed while things have stayed the same. Abuse or do not use it, that's the choice, coz that's the way of things these days -- things as they are. We play with words, so words don't mean a thing. That's why I stick to pictures, man. Know what I mean?
Written for Brian Miller's beautiful prompt Reaching the Masses for Poetics at dVerse Poets.