Gadgets

Dear fortunate one with a mainstream passion
I see you with your taste for fashion
Your hunger when they say it's cool
For what they call a must-have-tool
A fitness watch it was last year
You gave up a week post gym premier
A Kodak moment you want this time
To get the best right at its' prime
You know how to turn that camera on
You feel like an art version of Don Juan
Without common sense or feeling for image
You ecstasy click with a narcissistic grimace
It's all out of focus and over exposed
You take eager selfies of your own toes
You blindly run the easiest way
You capture a sunset in nearest bay
You snap naked women and smiling kids
Then assume it will sell for the highest bids
Because in a time when anyone wins
You don't need a talent to spread your own wings