The Name For Our Age Poem by Douglas Scotney
The Name For Our Age
To capture our Zeitgeist,
sit on a bus,
not being able to not listen.
If mobile phones had only one,
instead of almost as many nicknames as countries,
you could name our Age after that,
and not get any land in a rage.
There is a thing you can do with them
that seems to have a common nom de plume:
The Selfie
could be the name for our Age.
Friday, March 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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4/23/2024 8:44:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So true, not being able to not listen And the selfie stick....Well! That old mobile, well I couldn't do with out it.