We are the smartphoners.
We are the texters
the sexters.
We are the emailers
the web sailors.
We are the tweeters
the non-speakers
the digi-savvy techno geek-ers.
We are the twiddlers
the fiddlers
the bent headers
the years of reconstructive surgery on the back of the neck-ers.
We are the music players
the ‘I can watch YouTube ’til my hair goes grey’-ers.
We are the eyes downers
the frowners
the never look arounders.
We are the silent commuters
the human computers
the unsee-ers
the bound to walk into a tree-ers.
We are the Mail Onliners.
We are the Instagramers
the Angry Birdsers
the 0nline bankers
the eyes are blank-ers
the spying over each other’s shoulders
the ‘He’s got a better one than me’-ers.
The enemies of couples who like to do it in public-ers.
We are the gamers
the freeze framers
the ‘I’d rather die than lose my phone’-ers.
We are the non-response-ers
the nonchalance-ers
the need never be bored at a bus stop again-ers.
We are the grunters
the absent nodders
the ‘To separate me from my phone would take an act of God’-ers.
We are the smartphoners
the ring toners
the everyone’s a clone-ers.
We are the shufflers
the queuers
the tunnel vision viewers
the waiting for a train is actually quite fun-ers
the conversation shunners
the never see the sun-ers
the most important body part is my thumb-ers.
We are the smartphone generation.
BECKY SAYS THINGS 