Mod addiction

The internet is my addiction  
It's my cocaine, in joy and pain
I stick its needles into my head
It's my mania, my marijuana
without it I'm a restless iguana
24 hrs without it would be too hard
I'm caught fast in this world wide web
A social butterfly stuck in its web
I mean binge watching reels and reading,
on Facebook, Instagram,  YouTube  
anything that piques my interest ,
It all reels me in, clickbaits and I bite the byte
The algorithm has picked up my preferences  
so feeds my eyes what I want to see
Yet I need to stroll out more and scroll less
for sedentary lives are not healthy.
I tried other things, painted and planted flowers  
Yet at the end of the day I missed it like nicotine
over my cup of coffee, with my feet up
I needed to connect online, even WhatsApp.  
I just can't imagine going off all internet
cold turkey, oh can't quit cold turkey.
Don't even want to taper off this drug.
Real bear hugs replaced by virtual hugs.
Tis a pity, addiction is addiction.
Hope to rehabilitate in heaven.