Screens suck me in
The non-essential brain tickles
Forever distracting & tantalizing
Shifting consciousness from the dopamine void present
Abrupt chaos and infinite Karens
Gaze fixed like a pubescent boy on Baywatch
At least the straight ones
I guess the gay too now that I think about it
Hasselfhof & Pamela hypnosis
Either way I’m hooked
Gland fatiguing algorithms
Who’s tentacles have tangled my psyche
Tantalizing, slowly then instantly
Screen clicks & soul hits
Exposing all my pecadillos
Exploiting my most vulnerable searching
Revealing a dark & addicted heart
Would I blush if you could see my history?
Would I feel better if I could put the phone down?
Would we be more loving if we were embodied?
Does the Pope shit in the woods?