Selfie-sm

This sweet eminence
is taking pride 
in trading one's face
for the eyed ride of one's soul,
on some other ones, playing 
some other ones' role. 
Debased and running out 
of necessary hypocrisy,
I'd rather trade mine, 
urgently, before letting 
this fucking bluntness 
to take over me. 
So I'm sliding to this 
big dealer of wannabees,
ultimate dealer of sharing schemes,
the dealers' dealer of all that is.
And I'm carrying 
my own cleaver with me,
prepared to chop myself, 
to let him to un-me me,
for few more likes of myselfie.