Scrolling, scrolling, down, down, down
Through the death spiral of society
Trying to wake up
Wanting to make up for time lost
Missed trips
Missed time with friends and family
Slaves spam me daily
Sanity fading into oblivion
Barely waking up to do it again
Watching the world drown in delusions of grandeur
As they pander to the few
The thinnest slice of the pie
Haunted by a single question
Why?
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Why, indeed. I couldn't have put it better.
Great poem!
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