Because it had to be done
Okay, it was inevitable. Someone was going to do this, eventually.
Apparently, that Someone has turned out to be me.
(this makes more sense if you’ve read the original)
THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT FACEBOOK.
Your farm does not exist.
You puzzle me.
I was of three minds,
Facebook, Twitter, and blog.
But it was only one post,
Like a blackbird
Sitting in three trees at once.
Sixth grade lunch hour
Decibel level = 110.
All my friends are talking at once,
But not to me.
Twenty years ago, you dumped me for no good reason.
Hello, my new friend.
I see you have become a fan of XX==>DDD.
Now, what page is that?
Yes, those breasts are quite large.
Eighteen years ago I dumped you
For very good reasons.
My Fan Page is ready
One click away from Live.
Oh, look, I have a fan, huzzah!
No, wait, that’s me.
My personal account has 32 friends.
My fan page has 7 fans.
I now understand my royalty statements.
I do not believe these are the End Times,
Nor that God has a plan for me.
I do not care that you are in an open relationship.
But my fan page is open to everyone,
And you may stay.
I saw my comment on three pages.
Three circles of which I am the edge.
I’ve known you all your life
But I never knew you liked that song,
And you never knew that I sing.
They are all here
The mountebanks and preachers,
The grade-school crushes and bullies.
We find, and we are found.
But do you see the distance I have run,
or my shadow?
We speak, addressing no one in particular
and wait for comments.
Where is this river going?
Where does the blackbird fly?
It was 3AM all night.
I was writing
and I was going to write.
I used a pen
And I was alone.