Oh,
killer of brain cells.
With every iteration;
with every tap,
you infiltrate the minds
of humanity.
An inside job.
You snuff out the ability to think
by seducing the subconscious.
We can’t live without you.
We can’t leave without you.
A distance traveled of only
one truck length is unbearable
without your figure
attached to the palm.
Soon,
we will walk through the gates of hell
with phone in hand,
snapping selfies with the nearest tortured man.
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