I am awash in what’s pop.
New shit goes right to the top.
The state of my inbox is slop.
I’m always falling behind.
FOMO is ruling my mind.
My attention span’s in a bind.
I can’t focus on the old;
Whenever new things are sold.
My bottom layer’s always mold.
My attention starts to drift;
In the face of a fresh gift.
For all mint conditions, I sift.
I have tried staying up late.
I’ve even sped up my rate.
But nought compares to brand new bait.

