It's An Almost Daily Occurrence Now Poem by Mark Heathcote

It's an almost daily occurrence now
Hypothesizing what friends we'll keep
There are those that accept & allow
All comers; employing no bittersweet.

Social networking is the new highway
For these busy, people to meet & greet.
Are these friendships real - am I cynical?
Is there any harm, what's the deceit?

Is there any real conceit in people liking
People they're never likely to meet or mistreat:
Wouldn't it be better - not rejecting, disliking?
Someone as a new friend as possibly obsolete.

Deleting requests isn't it a hollow reaction
"Say, what was your first real, bad experience?
That caused you this amount of dissatisfaction"…
Is, your heart and soul really that imperious?

Why do some out of hand reject friendship?
For most it isn't courtship, I promise you.
Not seeing people in the flesh does it leave you unrewarded?
So many questions distressingly pursue.

Try noticing how different creative people are —
How they long to share their individual craftsmanship.
This openness is an all-encompassing reservoir
But to those, those who'd again delete any friendship.

Who'd even say no to an increase in their own Knowledge?
Wouldn't they just excrete a football like terrace-song?
What a load of rubbish? What a load of codswallop?
Juxtaposing all teams - all players from getting along.