on their hands
wearing wedding bands
in swivel chairs
hunched over screens

friends with pixels
not having dreams
smoking crystals
hands glued to a phone

legs bent over knee
hovering like drones
anxious to leave
another Groundhog Day

spent the same way
till the mad rush
to sit in cars
and cuss at traffic

then hit the bars
to swirl on stools
to sit at tables
till dinner cools

to sit some more
on the couch
to watch the pixels
dance and sing

and act the grouch
the same old thing
the bane of life
is in the sitting

the ***, a pillow
for more than *******
the men just billow to bed
and take a pill though,
to drop their head