Postcard 20

It started as a party game
"What cocktail are you?"
It soon went viral, achieving fame
Of a sort, though few considered what it might do
Soon people everywhere were hooked
On outdoing all their friends
No one stopped or thought to take a look
To see where this would end
For it was magic and it bound
Each person to the thing they said
The curse was many people found
Their recipe made them dead
Who knows how many people suffered
When the fairies learned the internet?
We've all been forced to grow tougher
Since then, though we haven't found them yet.
We used to worry about hackers
A term we then used euphemistically
But now, we survivors have become trackers
Hunting murderous carnivorous digital pixies.