Their “fact checkers” haven’t a clue,
For facts, they will say, are not true;
They’ll call your facts lies —
Best don your disguise —
Big Facebook is coming for you!
— D.N. O’Brien
If Sparta had a Facebook ‘twould be best
To keep one’s comments brief and not to jest.
No selfies and no pictures of the wife;
Post one of those and you’d be banned for life.
There’d be no friends – no postings meant to please,
Just taunts on statuses to enemies:
That if they chose to fight and not to yield,
Their fates and their accounts would soon be sealed;
A stated clear intent to bash and biff;
Responses to these threats of simply: “If?”
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.
Gotta grab me all the glitter
That I see on Facebook – Twitter.
Get the max self satisfaction
From smart social interaction.
On my screen in two dimensions,
All the shiny new inventions:
Luxury and lives inviting,
Lifestyles of the rich – exciting.
Damn, I haven’t got enough.
Gotta get me all this stuff.
Get in quick, no time for doubt –
Terrified I’m missing out.