It entices, it promises.
It grips, then slowly strangles.
Its seductive bells and pings,
tiny hints of the reward to
come, the bait to lure us in.
The net, the web we can’t escape,
eater of minutes, hours, days.
A vice, but also a vise.
 
 
This is in response to Miz Quickly’s Day Nine Challenge, in which she asked us to write a poem about our favorite vice. The internet, hands down, the wicked world wide web.