The landlines are gone/And the pay phones are too/For our race has moved on/From the Anchorage Zoo

But the thing on our person/Both frees and inhibits/To better and worsen/Our lifestyle exhibits

Our likes are recorded/Our life events shared/No matter how sordid/We end up ensnared

We end up so pounded/By ask and directive/By deluge unbounded/And doomscroll invective

The stress of such pressure/Seems never to cease

Hey, end this indenture

The Off switch

Brings

Peace