Social Animal

Do you have a social life
Or is it time away from yourself
So you do not have to think
How meaningless you feel.

Do you enjoy your working life?
It is your life.
Without it you will not survive
With it you may as well die.

It entices you.
It taunts you.
It uses you.
It scares you.
It eats you.
It abuses you.

The torturer, the benign father.

It needs you
And so you feed its hungry whims
Until all other lives cave in.

Without it, what are you?