I joined

faceblock

since it seemed a CIA imperative

and sheep that I was

–I did—

“platform building”

my ostensible goal.

but the lure to post

piX of platefuls,

not-as-fun-as-that

events,

and selfies

proving I’m still pretty pretty

irresistible–

my blocked list

rivals friends list, and

includes

people I want most

to connect with

–though most just shudder-bugs—

and distances me

from erstwhile friends

–since blowing up in person

is different than blowing up in messenger–

the former muddied in time,

and the latter dirt that never fades—

but at least I have

a vomit-in-the-back-of-my-throat

fan page,

the government has

a point of reference,

proof in the putting

–and a place to put it–

and gobs & gobs of

commemorated

spaghettiO’s.