What a strange time indeed when our every communicable need
Is at but a touch of a button, a notion, a gumption.
The will to reach out only inches away, but still can’t seem to make our fingers obey.
Too busy for this and so sick of that, just ghosts among the living while our friendships fall flat.
Instant gratification at instant messenger speeds, but who’s got the time for your frivolous needs?
A chit for a chat, look at her tits and his tats! Peers desperately peeking through thin plastic slats.
Introversion is in and to be social is just media, too bad we can’t learn how to cope from Wikipedia.
We say we want company and to not be alone but seem to forget the main purpose of a phone.
Normal in person, so caring and thoughtful. Why is it then that our avatars treat each other so awful?
Swiped left, you’re alone, resume rejected. If it felt right, then we would be connected.
Our lives on display stored in corporate databases, the only book we read