All the world’s a Facebook,
And all the men and women merely comments.
They have their friendings and unfriendings;
And one man in his time posts many things . . .
He first pokes, testing the water like an infant.
And then the whining timeline, with satchel full
Of complaints, neglecting his email for chats.
And then the news feed, with woeful ballad
About relationships in the furnace.
Then the apps, full of strange oaths.
Jealous in Android, sudden and quick in iPad.
Seeking the bubble reputation with
Like and Share.
And then the Pages, full of wise saws
And modern instances. In fair round fanbase,
With eyes severe and profile edited.
And so he plays his part.
Then he shifts into the lean and pantalooned Photos,
With faces out of focus, turning again towards awkward
Poses and cute animal pictures.
Last scene of all, that ends
This strange, eventful sponsored site,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans friend requests, sans inbox, sans notifications . . . sans privacy.
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