We are the Facebook generation,
the sons and daughters of smart phones and YouTube.
Keyboards do the talking for us;
we are the generation of impersonal intimacy.
Speaking in QWERTY, we even invented sexting.
We are a caffeine nation, saving daylight by staying up all night.
We are pirates
proudly flying our bit torrent flags
as we amass piles of files of digital booty.
We want our stuff and we want it now,
so bring it to our doorstep, Amazon.com.
We won't even be bothered to go to the movie theaters—
we surround-sounded them into our homes.
We know everything because Wikipedia knows everything—
Our obituaries will be read by Kindle light,
and our epitaphs will be 140 characters (or less),
but what will they do with our accounts,
our space on the World Wide Web,
when our lives are deactivated?