Poem: Social Inhalations

Breathing deep the pings, dings, & notifi-things;

coating the lungs in soothing tars of social feedback.

Souls wither as egos blossom under clouts of fickle spotlight;

purely nourished by repeated hits of empty vanity & endorsement.

One puff elevating any voice beyond high heavens, infesting minds a billion;

while inhaled burns rip the self through hell, tearing lives down permanently.

Anywhere possible are seen friends, families, & strangers all the same;

heads engulfed in glowing blue clouds; smothering any atmosphere.

The choking second-hand effects witnessed across every neglected face;

whole generations devoured, perpetually consuming one another.

Breathe deep the pings, dings, & notifi-things;

for highs be fleeting & rehabilitation painful

- Jan

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