You youngsters with your MyFace and your Narcisistagram,
Always Tweeting and Snapchatting and proclaiming, "Here I am!"
Every photograph a selfie, like you need to prove you're there,
As you blog your life's minutiae and expect the world to care.
Your social network's broad but shallow; though connected, you're alone,
And we can't even talk about it 'cause you're staring at your phone!
I detest this age of faux communication on a wire --
Just give me the simple joy of conversation 'round a fire!