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.
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