Zombie

I stumble on,
I’m a necrotic husk,
I’m a zombie in a lab,
Hooked up to rancid drips,
Via barbs of mouse clicks,
Lurching around a connected world,

Dead eyes locked on to a screen,
Following a trough of media feed,
All thumbs and yellow smirks,
Opinions and threats zooming by,
My gaunt expression never shifts,
Wearily drooling,

Necromantic interaction,
Torn skin of shallow sheep,
Guts of private conversations,
Detritus of attention seeking,
Red chocolate of tribalism,
I’m a consumer of social flesh,

Am I addicted?
Is this addiction?
But I must eat to function,
I must consume to exist,
So is this addiction a necessity,
In this modern social world.