I am sorry
I can't give you what you need.
I can not give you kudos,
Can't endorse your every
greed.
I'm happy to sit with you,
Happy to smile, laugh or cry.
I can even make your bed for you
We can ponder every "why"?
Facebook friends,
Imitations in pretend
Status up-graces, instagram faces
A tweet here and there,
Random babble everywhere.
1000 plus, visit my page
friends of friends - whom I've never made.
Like a fit of urban wit,
I welcome all to come and sit,
But what am I supposed to do
When pushed to shove and attention needs love?
It's not so simple, this book of faces,
I need an editor, an art director to manage my pages.
A PR chick to trim the hedges,
From folks that are outraged from my pushing edges.
Come one, come all
You signed the dotted line,
When you became my "friend", I wasn't promising wine.
And just because, we met one time
doesn't warrant a little...
Chime
Click
Poke or prod
Stick to your shit,
Stay out of mine.
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