The metaphors of this generation

We like it hot, tight, fly and freakingly casual

We live on the edge, on the chase, like crazy up there

We want it instant, jumbo, coated leisurely

We remember it if it was wicked, wild and left us damaged

We look at it if it’s flashy, artificial, made up and cosmetic

We smell it if it’s meaty, rusty, addictive and juicy

We touch it if it’s velvety, metallic, electric and intense

We wear it if it’s halved, inside out, added on or plastic,

We talk about it if it’s extreme, politically incorrect and pointing to others

We embrace it if it’s liberal, for now, accidental or the in thing

We loathe it if it’s procedural, committal, manual or involving

We connect real time, non physical and in groupies

We are open, pleasure hungry, standalones and independent

We know how to mask it together, copy paste, tag it and forward

We also pity the old, the backwards, the godly and the breastfeeding

And finally, with search engines, navigators, internet and satellite TV

We can never admit that we are confused, lonely, empty, shallow and lost.