A Facebooker once live now dead
Can get a funeral as long
As there are postings to be read
From all the friendings right or wrong.
Mourning's always been, always will
Be more about the mourner, who
Let the tears and the lies spill.
Mourning's an audition - tiz true!
And on Facebook the mourner can
Use the absence of the deceased
To drag on and out a grand plan
To post the most about the least.
But something's really out of whack
If the dead Facebooker posts back.
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