Two Dixie Cups And A String Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Billions will flock to billion dollar churches
Erected in the shape of the newest cell phone models
The priest texts the whole sermon
Posts it as a link on Twitter, hashtags for chapter and verse

We call each other although we are in the same room
Like a carnivore provided meat by his keepers, I've lost the ability to talk to another person face to face
The feel of a sentence, the flow and the pace of face to face communication
The role of body language
Am I real or am I an extension of my phone?
Social media is social life

In the future, people will no longer talk to one another at all
All communication will be through emoticon
No words, no dialect, only smiley faces and the moods they mimic crudely

I remain yours affectionately - A rotary dial-up adversary
I make decisions who to talk to and your number is blocked
Your petty dysfunctions
Your allergy to people
People like you should be caught in a great upheaval
An EMT pulse attack wipes out your new virtual civilization
Scared of a new future where anonymous chat has been disabled