On the way home,Not that anyone cares,I’m just gladIf nobody stares. Who knows whatMacabre vicesThey all watch onMobile devices, Staring at phonesLike spaced-out monkeys —They’re allSocial media junkies. The devil’s work,As I’ve frequently said —I guess we’ll find outWhen we are dead. And when you arriveIn that celestial dock,You find it is for somethingYou posted…
