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No matter the world is imploding
With murder and chaos and war,
At Facebook there is no foreboding;
You’ll see naught of carnage and gore.
Just pictures of cats and their kittens;
Of friends drinking wine and lattes;
Of hats at the races and mittens
They knitted on glorious days.
Of links to the funny and scary;
Of hangover photos and more;
Of faces clean shaven and hairy;
Not much of the starving and poor,
Or links to political dealings,
That could bring the place to its knees,
For Facebook is all about feelings;
Post pictures of Pandas and trees.
The Middle East may be on fire.
The President may be a shit.
But if it’s important or dire,
We don’t want to hear about it.