Facebook

So much time and but little done
With this one time, one look wonderland of faces.
Give me a book with words that take me to Fun
places I want to go
Rather than a book of pictures and smart comments
from nights out of which I don't want to know.

I look and scan and ramble and surf for jewels
And wonder am I as scanned by patrols?
Am I a wave so desired to bring individuals
away from saving their moral souls?
Would what I rant and post be enough
To distract the finest from the Holy Ghost?

Alas, I'd say, I am only a lucky number
That gets picked a random but little
And still more like me do wonder
Does Facebook make life less fickle?


Mise le Meas Jan 18th 2011 on the way to bed