She texted all through dinner again.
Clickity, clickity, clickity.
Describing to someone something about what the waiter was wearing.
The ******* waiter?

Maybe if she took the time
she would find me at least as interesting,
as handsome, or ****,
as her 2 dimensional clicking keys?
Clickity, clickity, clickity.

They don't write letters on paper here in Clickityville anymore.
I even use to have my favorite pen and ink.
Now they "pencil in" time for everything,
Clickity food, iPod jog, or even clickity ***.
Trying to fit it all so neatly on their Clickityville plates,
but they never do.

When I talk to Clickityville people now
I can tell when I start to glass them over.
They reach for their clickity, clickity, clickity.
So ******* rude.
I'd rather they said,
"I'm sorry, but you bore me and I would rather,
you know.....
clickity clickity clickity."

I can see it in their Clickity eyes,
while they are trying to listen peripherally,                                                                                                            
They want so badly to clickity, clickity, clickity.

****,
they asked me to give them advice on their Clickity relationships.
And while fidgeting in their Clickityville North Face jacket pockets,
looking for their clickity, clickity, clickity,
I was attempting to give them some of my best nuggets of gold.

Just give
your lover
your full attention,
and they will do the same.