Pavlov’s cell

Pavlov’s phone pings and he starts to salivate

At the prospect of being a social animal,

Programmed by the algorithm to react

To certain stimuli,

Like a flashlight,

Or a musical jangle,

the unexpected buzz of a 

Bedside drawer

Pavlov, licks his hungry jowls,

Utters low, indignant growls,

Taps his paw on the flashing screen,

Scrolls for sustenance, on the socials scene,

Tongue hangs loose while

he slings his bile,

Just one of the pack,

A key toothed warrior

Ready to attack

Pavlov howls when he find his prey,

It echoes through cyberspace

An electric pulse of bad blood

And the hungry runners thrum

In heed to the call, 

Snapping at sound bites and barking derision

A pile on of dog trolls

Tear holes, incite division

But these animals,

Don’t hunt to survive

Whatever their kicks and fake contrition 

Pavlov whimpers and whines

Says 

It’s a human condition