Facebook Pages

          Facebook Pages

I look at other people’s pages.  Post,

On post, on post.  It is as if folk think

(If that’s the word) that out there there’s a host

Of hungry eyes so thrilled that they can’t blink

Because of all the drivel there displayed

To them by “friends.”  One woman sends a snap

Of kids or kittens.  They have each been sprayed

With boredom in those minds so full of crap

They haven’t had a thought for years.  A pic

Reveals a man who wouldn’t take his hat

Off in a concert hall.  There’s nothing chic

Or interesting.  Life is just this and that.

  And yet…I think they think their posts are art.

….They’re right.  Yes.  Significant as a fart.