Facebook Cometh!

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Australian poet, FaceBook, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡!

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

Drugbook

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Australian poet, FaceBook, Facebook addiction, poem, poetry, Social media addiction

Facebook is a daily addiction.
Facebook is the web’s drug of choice.
Facebook is a pleasant affliction;
Can’t you hear it – the siren’s sweet voice?

A Controlling Interest

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Australian poet, FaceBook, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Social Media, Twitter

We’re free and it’s free we’ll remain.
We’ll cause you no financial pain.
No, there won’t be a fee,
For the payment, you see,
Is we take control of your brain.

No Intrinsic Value

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Australian poet, FaceBook, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

How they boast: “Come join Facebook – it’s free!
There’s no charge, and there never will be!”
This I read, then I thought
About things sold and bought –
Who would sign up if they charged a fee?

Just Can’t Face It

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Apathy, Escapism, FaceBook, Head in Sand, limerick, poem, poetry, Social Media

Please, don’t post of murderous wars.
I’ve no wish to see it – it bores.
On Facebook we chat –
Someone’s pic of their cat!
Oh look at its cute little paws!

Spartan Facebook

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FaceBook, poem, poetry, Sparta, Spartan

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?”

Just Can’t Face it

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FaceBook, poem, poetry

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.

FoMO

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FaceBook, Fear of Missing Out, poem, poetry, Twitter

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.

Moderation

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Australian traditional poetry, FaceBook, poem, poetry

Facebook’s handy
But like candy,
(And other depravities)
From excess use, I must refrain,
For one will give me cavities,
The other rots my brain.

© D.N. O’Brien, 2012