21st Century Epidemic

We've become the walking dead A 21st century epidemic Absorbing what society said Like zombies we mimic We have apps on our phones They do the living for us An existence complete with drones YouTube is our chorus Wives have become consumed With fantasy homemaking Shrinking their creative room It's laid out for their taking Dad doesn't have to play catch The wii includes instructions Dogs aren't playing fetch Another detail worth neglecting Flowers are still blooming Just like the olden days But there is no time for swooning We see ten shades of grey Every hue is equally bland Nothing to spark one's Fire Technology will only expand Causing imagination's retire