Digital Box Tops

When food and clean water linger moments from lips and anything else at our fingertips, Quadruple consumption settles to stay and anything paper is just one click away When they sell us our problems bottled cutely as cures, but the only real answer seems to be MORE And hillsides are speckled with hot springs caged in now man’s only purpose is to feel like he “wins” When invention’s mother shifts from necessity to ease, you get all you want and don’t even say please Addiction to dopamine is clawing up throats and it’s never enough for who needs it the most When she is raging and screaming and ravished apart and not even this can appeal to our hearts --- We are broken. Is there only one shot? Not all can be lost Can we bring back paper box tops?