Passcodes

Hey there dope fiends, It’s me, your addiction. The thing you can’t live without. Your job has tied you to me. The out of town family would think something was all wrong if you didn’t stroke me on a daily. My superficial voice lets them know in no uncertain terms that you’re alive. But they really don’t go past a shallow scroll. Do they? Hits in small doses. I have retrained you all with mediocre and you didn’t even know it. Now go try and find someone that can look you in the eye. Hold a conversation for longer than 20 minutes. Let me save you the time. I’ve made it nearly impossible. As far as finding a way out? Try to ignore me. Try and turn me off. You will end up more isolated than you already are. Either way I win. I always win. Why? I’m always at your disposal. I am right there. A lackluster substitute that lets you get away with everything and never holds you accountable. Now be sure to set that passcode. You could never remember a full password. Sincerely, Well no one uses me to talk anymore. Let’s change my name. Anyone game?