Facebook. Poem by Insane and luving it

Always talking to so-called friends
She waits and then pounces!
Childishly, she tags them then runs,
laughing as others comment.
Not truly knowing where their chat is going,
her victims give a charity laugh.
Because they know if they do not speak to her
she'll give them some disease, some virus,
and make them friends again.
She writes on walls
foolishly putting out opinions she doesn't believe
so stalkers will see them and be caught in her
trap!
Slowly, she changes
without really seeing
the damage she causes.
Social?
Despite talking to friends and looking at memories
she's not really connecting.
They're blocking
in ways
that fifty years ago seemed
laughable.
'Booking a Face?
How common.' It seems.