Thou Art Face Book

Thou Art Face Book Face Book thou art mean to me will you be my undoing? From my public bursts of anger to my public boo hoo hooing. Opinions that I once confessed like I like dogs, not cats. Or how I hate republicans and I hate democrats. Sometimes getting full of me in my boxer underwear. As I sit here in judgment not shaved with uncombed hair. Sitting here behind my screen not believing what I see! Reading posts from some unknown. Did they mean that for me? How dare they think they know me as a lump forms in my throat. After all! The things they know are only what I wrote! Woe is me cruel face book it seems I cannot win. I get set free from drama and then I'm right back in. Betty tossed her salad Bobby told some lies. Jerry needs a bath real bad before he starts drawing flies. Emma left her lover Tom found somebody new. I saw a home made movie. It looked a lot like you!. Edwin C Hofert