In the year 3029, he's a digital mime, Making faces for strangers who subscribe to his mind. [Beatboxing intensifies with rapid percussive rolls] With his VR headset and a neural link, He's got sponsors for thoughts that he hasn't dared think. Uploads memes, sells sleep on demand, Every dream, every scream, in the palm of his hand. He's a cyber-star with a rented sports car, Selling trips to the sun from a room in a bar. On the metaverse stage, he's the main attraction, Selling pixels and dreams with a no-refund transaction. [Quick beatbox rhythm, sharp snare-like accents] He's got a hologram assistant named Polly AI, She can spot an unpaid plug with her cybernetic eye. Crafting ads for junk with a heavenly pitch, From a fridge that applauds to a nose you can switch. Upload, download, his brain's on overload, He's rehearsing being human while the comments explode. (Overload… comments explode…) A meme for breakfast, likes on his toast, Even breakfast gets billed as a sponsored post. He's a cyber-star with a rented sports car, Selling trips to the sun from a room in a bar. On the metaverse stage, he's the main attraction, Selling pixels and dreams with a no-refund transaction. Side hustle booming in augmented reality, Ad space for sale on his charming personality. Flawless avatar, a digital Adonis, But his knees make a sound that the filters won't polish. Here's to the worker with a brand for a brain, Making rent selling wonders that he can't quite explain. With a wink and a smirk, he logs out for the night, Then his face sells a mattress till the morning light. He's a cyber-star with a rented sports car, Selling trips to the sun from a room in a bar. On the metaverse stage, he's the main attraction, Selling pixels and dreams with a no-refund transaction. (Cy-cy-cyperformer!) (Main attraction!) (Cy-cy-cyperformer!) (Paid reaction!)
