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.
I LOVED the last line! So true.
I never remember to check here, so I just now saw your comment. Furthermore, I can’t see which poem you are referring to. I do answer e-mails quite promptly.