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
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