Face-book No More!

Facebook No More! (exclamation mark)
Give me back my life.
Eyes are turning square
I stare and stare.
Like when you go checking the fridge,
you know nothing's there.
But you check it anyway.
Facebook, fridge, everyday.

Fumed, spiritous mists inhabit this place.
Yesterday's pizza sounds like a status update. Oh wait!
There's no milk! I must register as 'attending' to go to the
supermarket's event invitation to join the human race.

But no, Facebook is not a door of social opportunity,
It's a 'face' in it's own right:
Blue as a lap dancer's face and gaudily hazed.
You walk out of the stripper joint dazed.
It's a 'book' in it's own right:
Dragging you back after it like a dark crime.
Shoot the sheriff and the deputy will chase you double time.
Facebook is no door of social opportunity.
Facebook is no door.
Facebook no more.