The excitement of a friend request,
Or 100 notifications,
De-tagging yourself from photos
You’d rather not show the nation.
Poke a friend, do they poke you back?
A little stalk for hours,
Sneaking on your ex’s page,
The knowledge you devour.
The sun is not the centre of the Earth’s orbit anymore
But a certain thing called Facebook and its ever present lure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem