3rd place winner in the Unpublished poet category of the 2017 UNESCO Dunedin City of Literature Robert Burns Poetry Competition
Ode to Facebook
You sneaky bugger, you’re in my head. I even check you from my bed.
With wondrous posting overnight, Or through the day.
No flummox then my sleep is light, And hair’s gone grey.
There’s much updating; selfy-making; How oft it seems my friends are mating! But oh! I wonder if they sleep,
So much they’re doing!
As often as they seem to eat; They’ll ne’er stop chewing.
A fool: for days my life I’ve shirked, Too long indeed since I have worked. For here is love and I can heart it!
Sweet sating Feed.
Emojis, hashtags, grand emotions: Heed, Share and seed.
But now I’m scared I’ve missed the boat. While I just lived - I didn’t gloat!
I never told it to yourself, These things I feel.
So now I’m lacking Likes and wealth From living reel.
Won’t status updates improve my mettle? Let Folks believe I’m in fine fettle?
And not just sitting on my lonesome, With eyes on theirs.
Just wishing for a life more wholesome: That ne’er compares.
Here’s to dating, dining, trips abroad, The winning of the odd award.
They post it all - it seems divine: In all its glories.
Oh Facebook, would that it were mine, This stuff of stories.