In Scrolling We Rust

No need to look, just scroll
Scroll, scroll, scroll
Quick pause, and then scroll
Scroll, scroll, scroll…

Why go to the gig
When you can lay on your bed
And ponder, procrastinate, overthink
Everything in your head?
Just watch a snippet of a song on a story
Of someone that’s somewhere
That’s living their life
But you don’t dare

Just scroll
Scroll, scroll, scroll
I loves a scroll
D’you love a scroll?

Quick footy score check that acts like a welcomed interval break.

Before resuming and consuming
Constantly assuming
Of who’s with who, and when, and where
Does anyone even really care?
‘In a relationship’, ‘it’s complicated’
Do we actually need to state these things
To the social media world built on anxieties and insecurities
Of which girl has the biggest ‘diamond’ ring?

Less of that, scroll on…
Scroll, scroll, scroll
Wait! Nah, sorry – scroll
Scroll, scroll, scroll

Brain. Fried.
Never felt more opposite to being alive
Eyes strain
Brain’s a drowning drain
But who wants an early night?
You could be watching another review of food
Of the best jacket potato to come out of Rhyl
You know you’ll be glued

And then scroll
Just one more scroll…

by Working Class Poet