It starts as a little tickle
In the backside of your brain
A GIF or something like it
If you only could abstain
You feel the slightest cringe
And perhaps, a smirk as well
Nothing better than knowing
Someone else is going to hell
Bad manners, fights, and tantrums
Bikinis, abs, and more
Watching sinners sinning
To see what’s next in store
It’s just a guilty pleasure
It’s really nothing more
And even though
we turn away
Our eyes find screens
Throughout the day
Watching people
At their worst
Just another
Unslakable thirst
Our own salvation
A slippery slope
A touch of shame
Our only hope.