The Internet is Down

A man is alone with his thoughts as his dopamine vending machine has run out.

The internet is down. How utterly convenient.

Today’s the day my vulgar mind will not be very lenient.

I feel the dark creep up my spine and tingle all my bones

As I press and press the empty useless button on my phone.

An inky smoke will bloom inside the gaps around my brain.

I will not feel that suffering. I will not feel that pain.

I plummet through the gaping hallways caving in my sight

And I grasp the blinking router detrimental to my life.

darkest thoughts, neon dots, they are all I see.

I feel for the button to turn off and turn on me.

The wifi signal powers up, the dopamine can flow

Now Netflix can bury the thoughts I’ll never have to know.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I do understand this poem. I babysit three Grandchildren. I need the netflix. Thank you for sharing the entertaining poetry.
Coyote