Facebook Not Farcebook Poem by Hebert Logerie

This is a social networking website
Constantly changing and is out of sight.
There, you can be informed,
Educated, entertained and misinformed,
Where numerous melting pots exist.
Mediocrity sits next to nonsense.
Knowledge is stationed next to ignorance,
Where inquiries persist.
The clowns are of course part of the fanfare.
The marching band plays everything under the sun
And beyond. The paintings are abandoned or undone.
Nothing is too far.
New information and data come,
Under a humongous dome,
Every second of the day - more pictures,
More music, more poets, more writers,
More scientists, and more, and more.
No one knows who’s at the door,
Requesting to be friends or to share, like, unlike,
Dislike, exchange, update, download or upload.
All roads are near, all live in the household.
Africa is next door, Europe is around the corner.
Everything is under the fingers, you can see the tiger
Devouring the preys live, the bites are brutal,
And the fatal wounds are real.
We see sharks chasing a lazy seal.
Facebook is not farcebook.
One can easily get hooked.
The memories are stored in the labyrinths forever.
The four seasons are intertwined: the past, present and future
Facebook enhances and destroys life,
That’s where husband looses wife,
That’s also where old flames become new.
People are making and losing money, there is no curfew.
It is a market, a library, an institution and everybody’s mirror.
It is where many addicts find fun, pomp, gossips, and splendor.