Facebook Poem by Melody Thaila Kuku

That initial snort at addicts,
And boastful promise of self Control,
When hooked up to the powerful Charmer, Facebook.
Then comes the burning curiosity To see how,
And to feel the sensation it Creates.

Then you are signed up,
Friends, new friends.
White, black, Asian, Hispanic,
People of like mind, people of Fun.
The joy of adding friends mixed With that of accepted requests.

Then you spend cash on credits That burn up in hours,
You lose focus, all that matters is F.B
Are you on FB? the question is Asked.
And you grin, the grin of elites,
Who have what it takes to know It.

You struggle to gain a thousand Friends,
You post, you like, you comment.
It feels this new world will never Bore you.
Then time pass and novelty wears Off.

You block friends without fear That it will,
Reduce their summing number.
You unlike post,
To comment seems a heavy task.

At the rise of each dawn,
You flip through your profile,
With a sigh of one who’s seen it All.
Well nothing hot is cooking, you Say.
And move your thoughts to other Things,
When before you could have Killed to spend
The rest of the day on ‘My FB Account’.

So it goes on,
And then you get to chat with someone interesting,
And the sensation that leads to Addiction begins again.
You would swear you never had The thoughts to dump FB.