Jennifer Pickering

I can’t sleep,

I say as I scroll through my phone.

My fingers are twitching to tweet.

Just one more like and I will sleep.

My virtual dream,

Continuously creeps.

I need another page of my story,

My followers must know my thoughts,

So I’ll stay away just a few more moments,

And share another picture of my fork.

I can’t sleep,

But I got a new follower,

And that gets me to 52.

No sleep is worth the reward,

When I get just one more view.

Someone liked it!

They liked it!

Instant gratification is worth sleep deprivation,

We’re the tech generation,

So what if I cannot sleep?

I sleep when I’m dead,

When every tweet has been read,

And liked or retweeted,

Call me conceited,

But I’m just devoted,

To every Insta I’ve posted.

So I promise just one more tweet,

“Don’t you hashtag hate it when you can’t hashtag sleep?”