Goodbye, Fakebook! Poem by Tan Pratonix

This is hilariously on point, Tan. You have struck the nail on the head with such force that you better look over your shoulders for the Fakebook secret police. I enjoyed this thoroughly, thank you for making my afternoon! NB

I deactivated my FB account a year back.... never regretted doing it... traps you in a virtual world of fake friends and useless information...

You are right about Facebook and I am experiencing precisely the same problems as you. There is plenty of humour and wit in your poem. I have been aware for a while that I am spending too much time on Facebook too. Having said that, Facebook does have some good points.

I have never felt like this about Facebook. Maybe because I live in Palo Alto and see that Mark ZZZ is doing good in the community I have always felt a lot of positive vibes about the this social network. I love the way you call it Fakebook for some things out there are fake. When I joined Facebook, my sons said I was not the Facebook generation. I have grown to like it and do feel that it has some positive contributions. I feel sorry that people are using it the way you describe. I love seeing people I haven't seen in years. I was a teacher and I go there and a student I taught years ago greets me with joy. Some of them are in Mauritius, Australia and even you. I may not be your friend on Facebook but I would be happy to be. What I am trying to say is that there are those of us who can see the negative side of people coming on you in weird ways and disappearing, but that happens one in a while. Most of the time I like the fact that I can promote poetry and share an idea or two out of responsibility. I feel that the poem needs to consider the positive side of Facebook. I like the truth it says about the negative things. I did not like the way it portrays old ladies because I have gone to Facebook and laughed at some old lady dancing a storm. I guess I have made my point. I love the poem, for being critical of Facebook, and raising the issues with Facebook, but I feel it omits the positive side of Facebook. Happy writing and do not take my preferences as always write, but let us think further about the other side. Thanks. P. S. I come from far away and live thousands of miles from my family which is all over the world. The quickest way to reach them and not pay anything is this one. Just to make you know where I come from with my attitude.

I'm afraid I'm a bit behind the times, as I do not participate in any Facebook activities. I have been invited a few times, but never succumbed. I could never figure out the purpose of Facebook. And after reading your scathing remarks in this most entertaining poem, I doubt I shall ever enter the world of Facebook. But keep in mind, maybe the only friends some people have exist in this cyber social club. Maybe that boring old Grandma you speak of has no one else to tell of her dead parrot or bloated fish (so hilarious) . Some lonely people walk around talking to the air, eventually being labeled as crazy. Now, they can remain hidden safely within their four walls and continue communicating with no one they can see. Facebook, Fakebook, call it what you like. I guess it serves a purpose. But you did a wonderful job convincing me I don't want to join. I truly enjoyed reading this.

You were not RIGHT. I didn't like your truer than true and extremely well written poem, I LOVED IT! Thank you.

Funny. Dead-on. Tragic because some people live on Planet Facebook instead of Planet Earth. Let's wait and see which planet Trump is living on.