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(Part 2 - please see Part 1 first thank you)

And those of us who feel just plain lost in today’s modern world
Believe me you are not alone 
Might look at Dave’s life and think that it’s real, and legitimate
When it’s just a fake deal – none of this has just fallen in ‘Dave’s’ lap
Because he deserves it as he’s a ‘good lad’
But you don’t want to know this and it makes you feel even worse 
Accusing others of being jealous and defending this ‘Dave’ first

So you massage your avatar in every way 
Thinking it will pave your way 
Save the day
Keep you out of real life’s harming ways
Because despite the visions of 
Human contact on the Facebook adds 

You never meet up with the lads, 
Go bowling or hang out in the park 
Because these days the world is just too dark 
It’s not safe and too expensive to go out and have a lark 
So you stay inside and become an online stud who gets lots of online muff 
Who enjoys an open relationship?
But which in real life is just a lie

Because right now you are sat in a room, full of gloom 
With your back to your wife 
Atmosphere so tense you could cut it with a knife 
As you massage your Facebook life 
And now you cannot make it more plain 
That she is just not good enough for the Facebook ‘you’ 
Who now believes he is a complete stud 

But she’s lives in reality and not on line
Working hard, pays the bills, attends to the minutiae of real life
While you, 36 and unemployed, pines  
And neither you, nor she, can ever measure up to the complete fantasy 
Of the world of your Facebook Land
All Facebook has done is help you create a monster which has got out of hand

And you never did have that conversation, in real life, with your wife 
That you have demoted her from your wife, to ‘f*ck buddy’
That’s just your online self massaging reality out of your life
Why communicate with your wife – it’s safer (to your online life)
To just cut her out – she’d never understand anyhow 
But somehow you stay with her every day 

Getting older, balder, and weaker as your life ebbs away
Never leaving the house or doing anything with your day
So what is the plan? 
Do you face real life and make one of your own 
Where you know where you are going and where you come from 
A life at which you could really look 
Why bother – there’s always Facebook..... 

Anna Archichek
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