Sonnet
on Spending too Much Time on Facebook
I
want to meet living breathing people
Not
just upon the Facebook’s icy page
Talk
occurs beneath my church’s steeple
But
the rest of Earth leaves me in a rage
Thine
headphones seal off earholes in the gym
Or
upon thine cell phone thou dost natter
Walking
or seated with a visage grim
Sternly
bearing your teenager’s chatter
Neighbors
stand behind closed doors as you pass
Trying
to avoid the hallway face to face
You’re
home all day as they laid off your ass
And
the hot men no longer give you chase
With
a sigh, back you log on to FB
Hoping
that your life will be less MT
