under their thumbs

i hate the phone addiction.

the madness

of the ding.

the continual staring into it.

that

great abyss of information

that does little

but keep you from having

a real life.

real conversations

and connections.

love suffers and is short lived

with phone cradled

in hand.

it's a sad world we live in.

each

click

a hope that the grass 

will be greener

in the next swipe,

the next meme,

the next like.

the next whatever they feed

us to keep us

under their watchful

thumbs.