Shall we play a game?
The Box is my shepherd; I shall not want.
It maketh me to lie down in screen captures; It Instagrammeth me beside still waters.
It refresheth my Newsfeed.
It leadeth me to Facebook for status updates’ sake.
Yea, though I talk naught but shallow and meaningless dreck, I will fear no consequences, for Thou art with me; thy detachment and anonymity they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table for me at the pleasure of mine followers; Thou crownest my posts with Likes;
my tweets runneth over.
Surely hashtags and friend requests will (sort of) follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Box