Our generation.
They say we are spoiled rotten
But once so were they.
Selfies in the night
Not enough light for duck lips
Only seven likes
We are exhausted now.
Will we ever not be tired?
Maybe when we’re dead.
A Picture of food
A selfie with tons of tags
This is instagram.
No status update
Nothing witty to speak of
There are no hashtags.
I’m not a hipster
I need these glasses to see
I’m legally blind
I don’t quite get this.
Let’s check wikipedia
I still don’t get it.
Back in the nineties
A hashtag was a symbol
Which stood for numbers
The signal is down
There are no bars on my phone
I feel so alone
Think on our childhood.
We had the best TV shows.
Yellow sponges rule.
Credits
https://twitter.com/millenial_haiku?lang=en
http://www.teenink.com/poetry/haiku/article/636818/Haikus-for-the-Millennials/
