by matthew smith

Scrolling for Doom.

What are we doing?
mindless scrolling feels the hastily passing hour
What are you doing?

This nonsense waste minutes hours days it's constantly accruing
To continue in this sin would turn the real world sour
What are we doing?

You wake up every morning praying for a renewing Instead you bathe your mind with a pixelated shower
What are you doing?

Sometimes it's hard to look away from the filth they are spewing
We forget this evil age is ruled by a crafty one a deceitful prowler
What are we doing?

Before long you won't be able to tell who is doing the consuming
Snapshots of nature on a screen steal the beauty of a present blooming flower
What are you doing?

We are drawn in by content, news, endless data viewing
serving the Meta moguls as they feast in their tower, What are we doing?
What are you doing?