Ours is now a world of clicks and beeps
Heads bowed and texting to the iGOD
Gray haired teacher old soul now weeps
Beloved students twitter past without a nod

Connected by fingers tapping on plastics
With passion for compassion from the iNET
Sporting their skills of Apple gymnastics
Spewing mundane notes before they forget

Shuffling into swarms of giggles and groans
Unaware of life and the state they are in
Praising the power of iPODS and Phones
Thinking this is where enlightenment begins

Distance matters not we're connected as one
Touching is for keyboards and makes a mouse fly
Hugging is forbidden, hot flat screens are no fun
If the internet goes down we're all gonna cry

There's no need for passion, emotions can't print
There's no need for praying we google our fears
As long as we're online we're making a mint
Even with Photoshop we've learned to erase tears

We've got our degrees and good paying gigs
They promised us stock if we put out good tech
They gave us good hardware and comfortable digs
But I don't really care, Hey Boss where's my check?