homogenous

nineteen eighty-four has come
and gone,
and now
we're going
to stick like you,
together in one shout,
renew
our oaths
in tweets and snaps,
become
unique in all our latest apps.

faces,
smeared in
lipstick traces:
lines of listless
scared so witless,
children,
shifting, guiltless,
all accepting,
all rejecting,
crying
to be liked and
noticed.

no big brother
necessary
as we'll watch ourselves
to death tonight
and let our hearts be troubled
all together,
in one voice
unite.