(to the tune of "Sounds of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel)
Hello Facebook, my old friend
You’ve come to waste my time again
Scrolling through the petty arguments
Made-up minds, you can’t make a dent
And the choirs who are preaching to themselves
Like twisted elves
Within the sound of Facebook
In Timeline’s fog I logged alone
To see the bullshit I had thrown
And my friends, who bitched about keeping Lent
I thought and added my comment
When my brain was stabbed by the cash of Mark Zuckerberg
Who is a nerd
But !@#$ rich from Facebook
And in my monitor I saw
Ten million people, maybe more
People sharing without filtering
While FB their data is pilfering
People posing in the cliques of a vast high school
They type and drool
And that’s the sound of Facebook
"Dopes," said I, "You do not know!
This circle jerk, you make it grow!
Read a book that you might have some thoughts.
Get some sleep before you plotz.”
But my friends all responded with “dislike”
So !@##$ you Mike
And !@#$ you Facebook
And the people typed away
To friends in Bangkok and LA
Imagining someone else reading
In the solipsistic Borg breeding
And my mind said, "The words of the prophets aren’t written in Facebook posts.
You talk to ghosts."
The rest is silence.
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