Facebook Fry

Fifty two years

And just two hundred and ninety-one friends

Doesn’t quite add up, Facebook.

Are you up to something?

Should I be talking to your superiors?

Only yesterday

I got two likes, one comment and

Strong possibility of

A friend request

While honourably clicking

Every post I saw

On my news feed

Or theirs.

Those assholes

They never honour

With likes, comments, and sharing

Stuff that I put up

Stuff that is tepid, cold

Occasionally a wee bit warm, even daring.

See

That is almost a rhyme

I told you I am good.

Like me, like me, like me, please.

People half my age

Are baking their cakes

And eating them too

While I

Am still eying the recipe.