Sunday, April 23, 2017

Texting and Decline of Conversation

Decline and Fall of Oral Skills
On a Surfliner going north on a Select status retention quest
Packed in like sardines but not in flat tins
Cylinders on wheels swaying back and forth with no room to slosh
No oil, no water, no mustard sauce
No seats save mine that had an ungodly smell
With three others knees to knees eyes bent down
No romantic clickety clacks only fingers and thumbs racing across cell phone keys
Robot faces devoid of emotion trying to put more characters on their screen
Only faces smile, frown, laugh or shed tears-- fingers and thumbs can only press
The four texters across the aisle were like those infected by the body snatchers
Bland without emotions, a Bermuda Triangle of feelings, thousand yard stare
Not sure which one of the texters first spoke but think it was an attractive blonde
In a blink, all were in conversation, laughter and animated emotions coming out of the shell
Or better yet molting to grow
But like the eye of a hurricane that brings relief
Conversation soon came to an end, animation stilled and eyes returned to the screen
No wonder parents knowing the texting addiction of kids try it to wean

© April 20, 2017 Michael P. Ridley the Alaskanpoet 

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