Looking like statues with the occasional twitch,

Nothing distracts them not even an itch,

Vacant and drawn they go to the virtual,

Reality is here, but for them this is so habitual.

You see the Iphone zombies in any part of town,

Just sitting there not making a sound,

Engrossed in a portal stuck in a trance,

We could be anywhere, China Britain or even in France?

Illuminated faces so ghoulish and sad,

Hover in the darkness and they look quite mad,

No matter the location, no matter the time,

This addiction is all around us; this is the new mime,

We communicate through the ether with Facebook or Twitter,

But just see what happens if there is no Wi-Fi or transmitter,

Chaos ensues and the masses rebel,

What no Wi-Fi? What do you mean?

I have to post to the world; I have to show and tell.

Look at my puppies, look at my dinner,

Look at my melons do you think I’m the winner?

Give me a like, give me a share,

Go on post those pictures, see if I care.

I’m picking my nose; I’m scratching my arse,

Christ this reality is a fucking farce.