After Facebook Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

After Facebook

I feel like crescent of the Moon
-folded and bent over
-like the man in poem for the king
-to use him as a hook, to ride the Royal-Horse.

Eyes wearing telescope, microscope
-magnify what they see near feet, footsteps…

"Where are feet? "
"Where went they? "
"Did they get a permit? "

Run the list of where, when,
-why and how; question marks…

I find me behind bars
-meet a tall, worried guy
- "And your name? "
-politely ask him and enquire…

"Have you read the ‘Nineteen Eighty-Four? '"
-he replies…

Talking of Stalin
-George Orwell has revealed
-what goes on in our lives
-with Facebook, Microsoft
-as well as Google and Media.

Sent little saliva
-to find my DNA
-came package by the air…
- "Born and raised prisoner…"

Want to take off cover
-intend to walk naked
-why fool me with:
- "Secret, Private"?
-they know me anyway! ! !

Such words are meaningless! ! !