Social Media

I hate this world of hand held phones,
where phoney social media projections
can shape and brake reputations.
I don’t need the attention
or self validation,
so I don’t need to write a goodness gracious Facebook status,
all happy clappy,
I rant angry,
because rants are impulsive
I don’t press buttons and wait for responses.

Leave your phone behind pretend you forgot it,
let’s have a world no social media day,
just leave it plugged into the electrical socket,
and live the good old fashioned way.

Where you don’t need a thumbs up,
you don’t zone out in public,
your pocket isn’t disruptive
and you only speak with whom your out with.

In a pub with a pint and a packet of peanuts,
and an "if we get lost location to meet up".

Before the taunting tweet on Twitter,
the “I’m bored” look at Facebook,
the glance at the confused posing pouting woman on Instagram,
or any of the others that do the same as one another.

A picture of the fake tan you have,
making you look like something from a Tango ad.

It doesn’t matter where I am,
camped in a caravan
or stuck in a traffic jam,
the picture of your baked beans, eggs and ham
that’s on Facebook as well as Instagram,
is something of which I don’t give a damn.

Here’s 108 pictures of each individual pea eaten by my Nan,
does this perspective show why it doesn’t matter man!?

Social interaction is a direct communication
but looking at the same screen as others is “Unconteraction”.
As in Un-Contact-Inter-Action,
giving you a fraction of the satisfaction.

Facebook, Instagram and Twitter....there really is nothing shitter.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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