Facebook, I Love You, but You’re Bringing Me Down

The time I first found out about Facebook, I was eighteen years old, in spring, oh-four. How could I know this site would be a hook distracting me from papers, tests galore? Six years later, I found myself with plus or minus seven-hundred friends, a news feed full of pics.

The time I first found out about Facebook,
I was eighteen years old, in spring, oh-four.
How could I know this site would be a hook
distracting me from papers, tests galore?

Six years later, I found myself with plus
or minus seven-hundred friends, a news
feed full of pics, updates, a need to discuss
the weather, Barack, pop culture, and booze.

But now, Mark Zuck wants more from me than I
would like to give. The privacy guidelines
are longer than the Constitution: why?
I want to delete my account, destroy the signs.

Facebook, I’ll always love the times we’ve had,
but privacy infringement makes me mad.

Note: title inspired by “New York, I Love You, but You’re Bringing Me Down” by LCD Soundsystem

(Photo by suez92)

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