(Inspired by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861))
How do we loathe thee, Facebook?
How do we loathe thee? Let us count the ways.
We loathe thy boastfulness disguised as good.
Our souls detest thou’st photos of thy food
And cluttered trivial nonsense hour by hour.
Abhor thy mutilation of our “friends”–
A word whose meaning now no longer lives.
We loathe thy inefficiency at best,
For when we use thee more, we learn the less.
Compelled to scroll then mandated to post,
Against old griefs, and with all childhood lost.
We loathe thy shouts of “Oh World, look at me!”
With whispered gossip, — yet gluttonous glee.
Commodities with no regard for fact–
The “ad” revered more highly than the act.