Facebookville

My muse provides me nothing with which I can get to work And so I spent an hour on Facebook… boy, am I a jerk A pointless waste of time and space and lots of stuff, all fake I should just paint a wall and watch it dry, for goodness sake There’s videos in Facebookville where you watch things unfold You keep on watching for there seems a story to be told And with the timer counting down you wait to see the end But nothing ends in Facebookville, it drives me round the bend And what’s with big red arrows pointing out where things occur When half the screen is jumbo jet there’s no need to confer Will it crash, will it explode, or meet a UFO Or will it simply loop the loop? Guess what… we’ll never know At least you get to learn stuff that you don’t hear on the news And I just read two thousand words which spelt out all the clues There’s pictures of the Trump and those three nipples that he’s got Which proves that he’s an alien… and that explains a lot I don’t waste even more time on TikTok or instagram It’s widely known that both are full of all things that are sham All that and mainstream media will make my brain a prune So please, Dear Lord, enable me to write a poem soon