Thou Art Face Book
Thou Art Face Book
Face Book thou art mean to me
will you be my undoing?
From my public bursts of anger
to my public boo hoo hooing.
Opinions that I once confessed
like I like dogs, not cats.
Or how I hate republicans
and I hate democrats.
Sometimes getting full of me
in my boxer underwear.
As I sit here in judgment
not shaved with uncombed hair.
Sitting here behind my screen
not believing what I see!
Reading posts from some unknown.
Did they mean that for me?
How dare they think they know me
as a lump forms in my throat.
After all! The things they know
are only what I wrote!
Woe is me cruel face book
it seems I cannot win.
I get set free from drama
and then I'm right back in.
Betty tossed her salad
Bobby told some lies.
Jerry needs a bath real bad
before he starts drawing flies.
Emma left her lover
Tom found somebody new.
I saw a home made movie.
It looked a lot like you!.
Edwin C Hofert
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