FOMO
I was being ‘down with the kids’ yesterday listening to Capital Radio. I still like chart music but it is the links that I am starting to find tedious. I know this is an age thing and that every generation has their own language. However there was one link where to the older generation would sound like mumbo jumbo (by the way would kids know what mumbo jumbo was?). He was promoting a competition to go to the Jingle Bells Ball. He said wouldn’t it be great for your instastory to be there. Wouldn’t it be bad to see it on someone elses’s instastory. The bit that got me though was when he said “can you die from FOMO?” I am guessing you have always got pretty ill from digesting washing powder!! Well I looked up FOMO and you may already know but it is the fear of missing out on something on Instagram or other social media.
Well this inspired today’s poem:
FOMO
There’s a fear
Not of spiders
Or heights
Or snakes in the grass
Not of public speaking
Confined spaces
Dentists or darkness
There’s a fear
Of missing out
Of what?
Of love
Of kids growing up
A fond kiss
Of nature in its splendour
No it’s a fear
Of missing out on a selfie
With some C class wannabe
Of not living a life
Of someone we want to be
They call this FOMO
Caused by those who self promo
On Facebook Twitter, and Instagram
Who each day bathe in their glory
To let the world into their fake story.
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