Yet we all just stay, and keep asking for more.
You have a friends list, some you will never meet,
The ones you talk often, pass you in the street.
Facebook is a strange place, a social network it's called,
There are so many scams, even careful do get fooled.
You see a current status, of the perfect relation-ship,
Online friends they do know, the affair they do slip.
Facebook is a strange place, in every day to you,
That the things your told, be sure they are true.
You have a new stalker, like's everything you do post,
The family in real world, do block you the most.
Facebook is a strange place, no matter what you say,
The things you do write, always taken the wrong way.
You have that one person, after post they do see,
The friend that does say, was that post about me.
Facebook is a strange place, where you air your thought,
But even from the heart, just truth that's sought.
You have a new photo, post it from your phone,
Details do so tell us, that you are not home.
Facebook is a strange place, but we all do stay,
We even keep on adding, more personal info every day.
You add a new stranger, tell others on your bike,
The best you can do, is click on bloomin like!
©2013 Craig Wadner