And it's our neighbor we'd amend.
It's nevermore our thoughts or labors
For which we stand condemned.
But staying home on Friday night,
Comfort food and entertainment,
And voting either left or right
As witnessed at arraignment.
Get up and go to sleep quite early,
Open doors for ladies, do your work,
Have faith in life beyond the pearly,
And count yourself an average jerk.
And, still, the social networks hum,
With verdict, judge and virtues,
O'er sinful deeds, done and undone
And upholstery you choose.
So if you'd run a quiet course
Not mistrusted nor found wanting,
Know howling as the strongest force
Behind the constant haunting.
Never post on where you've been.
Don't tweet your daily labors.
In this new world of strife and sin,
Bad connections make good neighbors.
FACEBOOK, n. A robotic gossip.