29 November 2012
I have a 'friend' on Facebook who I very rarely see His information overload is way too much for me He seems to post each minute of each hour of each day I suppose it's just what happens when you don't come out to play And it's always total bollocks: 'I have made a cup of tea' I don't know why I bother even though the thing is free What I'm trying to say is what's the bloody point? Of describing in great detail how you cooked the Sunday joint I don't really need to know you played a game of solitaire It isn't too surprising, you're the only bugger there What I want to hear is 'How's the kids? How's the wife?' Not another 'like' to fill up your Facebook life And if I never comment it's because I'll only moan If you really want to talk then pick up the bloody phone! I'll gladly chat for hours, who knows, we'll have a meet We'll do our social networking whilst walking down the street We could have a ball, the best night out we've ever seen But I haven't got the strength to tear you from your PC screen My friend you're not the only one, it's all the others too Posting random bullshit 'cos they've nothing else to do I never thought I'd write about the feeling it's evoking And while we're on the subject, don't you even think of poking Of course I'd love to say that I met my Facebook 'friend' But he never bothered phoning so I guess this is the end Facebook's not the same no more, in fact it's just a farce You've hooked my mate completely, social networking my arse I'll use a different app, one that's really cool for cats My finger's on 'delete'...
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