Thou perched in your indestructible shell

Keeper of all things important
Thou art the brainchild of Steven Jobs
Blanketed with a screen
Of truth or fiction, or of both  

Ah, a swipe right! that grants access
Your contents, nor ever bid content
Ah, a methodical punch of keys! that unlocks the gate
Your ado, I say adieu

Who are these coming on the wall?
To what do I owe the pleasure
Lead’st thou down a path
of
selfies
  VSCO cam
       couples

O Instagram! What splendor!
“When old age shall this generation waste,
  Thou shalt remain,”