She shares a smoothie, green and pure,
With lighting made for furniture.
“Vegan vibes!” her caption beams,
While she hides doughnuts in her jeans.
It’s Insta-life—unreal, assured.
He posts a pic in Paris now,
But that’s a wall in Dar, somehow.
He geotags with flair and pride,
While his true trip’s just roadside fried.
Still, comments flood: “Wow! So blessed!”
Each square a lie, a polished play,
No mess, no sweat, just cabernet.
The kids wear white, not stains or glue,
The dog looks clean (Photoshop too).
This life’s too good – it’s fake, but cute.
Behind the glam is laundry piled,
The kids don’t smile – they’re truly wild.
The date night pic? It’s from last year.
Their current vibe is takeout fear.
But still the feed must look like bliss.
So scroll we do and hearts we drop,
For plastic joys that never stop.
We all perform, we all pretend,
In filtered dreams that never end.
INSTA LIFE
