Friday, April 11, 2014

Facebook (or, the Increasing Appeal of Misanthropy) - NaPoWriMo 11/30

Faces like two hams pressed into a lasagna pan,
duck-billed and sparkling.

Bathrooms plucked from a Fincher movie,
stained mirrors and towel-filled sinks
deemed the perfect scene for a


Mashed-potato cherubs shoved on pedestals,
photos of squishy-faced drool-spouts
more bragging right than child.
No one cares about your baby,
especially by the fiftieth picture
this hour.

The gemfarmcandyvillains
one game-invite away
from a virus redirecting every pornbot on the 'net
to the virtual pigpen of their doorsteps.

The hours I keep scrolling,
with each breath hating myself
almost as much as all of you.
Damn you, Facebook!
Damn you to Hell!

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