Skibidi Toilet

A Poem

I’m scrolling at the edge of the end times 
Where there are no more cat videos to send to you 
And there are no more pseudo-esoteric posts 
That only you’d understand 
It is the end times where all the years of irony 
Have been dissolved into nothing
And it is the end times where all my digital footprints
Have decayed into an observation
And I am lying here 
Resting 
I am lying here resting alongside skibidi toilet 
The only place where I can find a piece of you intact