Not So Smart Now, Phone Boy

Courted sexysmile. Right crowds, glamorous mobs. You hang around well.

But you need that extra tug at the lapels of self-diagnosed self-importance. This heartfelt shout of #solidarity with The Little People, the little niggers, the  ones with the flies on their faces, something this special well it needs live tweeting.

So you consume up a suicide-drop sheet of smart technology, like your dearest writer (me) what is even holier than thou.

You spread the word, the message, and with it spread yourself thinner and thinner yet feeling/hoping thicker, yes! thicker.