When I’m getting onto Facebook
I feel like I am Alice.
I go down into the rabbit’s hole,
see joy, humor, wit and malice.
Oh, Facebook how can you take from me,
my free time – an hour or two or three?
You’re a demon sucking time,
as I watch another heart-felt meme.
Kittens hitting dogs, men on bended knee,
baby’s giggling, cancer-kids pleading,
Jesus, food, scripture, songs of hope,
even pop culture – Game of Thrones.
Oh how I try to avoid the moments
when I feel you calling to me,
I know it’s not a good idea
sitting down with coffee or tea.
Settling in to check my groups,
playing a silly game or two,
sending a message or a word of praise,
it can’t be all bad, I assure you.
Yet during all that time I watch
as I laugh, cry, type and share
what am I really accomplishing?
Not a poem, or a drawing, or a prayer.
Please someone, help me from this hole.
I don’t want to cry a pool of tears,
just give me Alice’s fan for my escape-
I’ll shrink away, with thanks and cheers.