drooling at the ding

you can google anything.
anyone.

dig up their graves, their past.
see where they
are now.

who they're with.
where they live, the cars, the houses
the money
they have.

there is no privacy anymore.
the disease
of social media
is upon us.

we are all infected, staring
sickly
at our phones all day,
anywhere we are.

the garbage man, the doctor,
the man on his boat,
the kid on his bike.
the priest, the prisoner.

the ding. the ding. we are Pavlov's
dog,

drooling at the sound of it.

keep the dopamine coming,
it feels good, give me more.