Death To The Social Networks

A poem based on my views of Face book

Death To The Social Networks

My mind does regularly ponder 

on why people MUST look

changing profile pictures, status’s 

on that devil face book 

Why do I want to conform 

to a site that isn’t free

people spend their lives on face book

your price your mortality 

zombies to little games 

and ads that have no appeal

people will you snap out of it

talk in person at least I’m real 

I’m actually twenty one 

I’m actually six foot two 

I’m actually the sex I say I am

I’m physically in view

Relationships in chaos 

“why has your status changed?”

causing more bad than good

leaving people more deranged 

I’m often asked to create a profile

I’m afraid I just wont budge

People lose their jobs and partners

sorry doesn’t appeal to me 

so who are you to judge?

I don’t want to talk to shadows 

or people from my past

there are reasons I don’t keep in contact

otherwise our friendship would last 

I don’t need thousands of people

and talk to only a few

I may only have fifty contacts 

your lucky if one is you 

I can see the benefits 

this isn’t a hate campaign 

I simply have a view on a site

that I believe drives people insane 

I can understand for people like me

who often have to explain why?

Social conformity to this giant

or be it the overseeing eye 

we don’t like to be the sheep 

we like to live our lives

I want so see the world for myself

not give pictures to random spies 

So death to all the networks! 

so we can begin to breathe 

live our lives to our own direction 

mark I wont conform I wish you all take heed 

Author's Note

A poem which basically gives my views
my intention isn't to offend simply to give my reasons for not wanting a profile in the world

please give honest reviews as always
thank you for reading

Reviews

[freelancejouster]

i love the thoughts and anger behind this, the internet is a place where you can be someone you are not and to be enraged by that is normal and acceptable, though you're hypocritical in the same way as you know you do it yourself. your phrasing is magnificent, the rhyme adding a half-sing-song lilt to it that just made your anger that much more ridiculous. great work here, but is there a reason you're afraid to puntuate your pauses? i would be were there different meaning to glean from alternate punctuation than that that is technically correct, but as there's not one...? especially where there's a pause mid-phrase where you don't leave one?

[Alicante lullaby]

my friends want me to join too but i haven't made a profile on fb ,i believe there is more bad to it than phantom affairs and shadow people,its brutal kill of time.

[trainwreck]

I like it, I don't necessarily agree, but I like it.

[howlfjdks]

I as well have pondered on our new world of connections. I like you thinking on your own, very commendable.

[northern monkey]

You tell them Brother!! And you tell them with a prophet's precision. Great.

[♥Chloe-The-Zombi..]

i can relate. i hate face book :P this poem was kind of funny. it made me chuckle, because face book is one of the most popular websites out there, and a lot of people on it don't like it :P
its cute and funny. 100/100

[akapr17other]

People have given up privacy by logging on to social networking sites. But it's true they do help you keep in touch with old friends you wouldn't normally see often. I think it was made for that reason, but it stays alive so girls can upload pictures and their jealous friends can comment saying: "omgg you're SO pretty:) Anyway, great poem

[HopelesslyDevoted]

this is great. it really is a sad day and age... the only reason i have given into so many social networks is because it just seems to be the only way to meet people, to talk to them... and as a musician i have to keep up with all the bands that are playing out in LA and all that.
but there is never a day when i don't wish that i lived in the 70s when people actually talked to each other face to face and socialized at the beach, the record store, the park, concerts, or a roller rink.
times have really changed for the worse i think. you did a good job showing that in this poem

[Autumn]

your lucky if one is you
you're*

That stuck out to me.
A few parts are a little rough, but it was a really good poem - I like the meaning behind it.

[guiltyascharged]

Oh nice. That's good.