get silently ******* at each-other for interrupting their pristinely curated doom-scrolling
as they flash bleached smiles like a
well rehearsed
one-up-mans-ship game of
maskdeep
Virtues

unmuting
skillfully

to play a clumsy game of catch with


pitched patent-infringement brainstorms
for the further
siphoning off
of the precious time left
yet retained
by

the multitudes of
earthbound
spirits
set to serve as
the willing ingredients in their decadent feasts





they know :


a captive
audience
is
a
battery

to be charged and drained
until
it
dies.