The Facebook Club For Life
Why not be righteous, stay one of the best
Spill not your beans, keep cards close to your chest
Today you are bounding, fresh in your head
Tomorrow a mind change, you wish you was dead
Your brother is your best friend, you have loved him from birth
Then tomorrow, the world hears, he is the scum of the earth
The friend that you schooled with, that one of a kind
But now shes a slag head, another change of mind
Why tell the world of the things in your head
They don’t give a , if your alive or your dead
Bragging rights on holiday, living the dream
Photos from wine bars on everyone’s screen
A picture of happiness, sunshine and wealth
While they burgled your home, when you grassed on yourself
Emptying your cupboards from the baggage they hold
One minute your pretty and the next, you look old
Why tell the world all the thoughts that you think
What happened to the good days, the old pen and ink
The press of a button, the type of a text
Reveal your first secret, then reveal the next
Facebook oh Facebook, you sure got a hold
An headlock that locks round the young and the old
Facebook oh Facebook, well you ain’t got me
I got chocolates and cider and my colour tv
Copyright © John Scott | Year Posted 2019
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