The Bala's Manifesto

Once upon a time I signed up in Facebook,
good idea, thought at first,
to meet old people, this thing's best.

Once upon a time I signed up in Facebook,
not knowing about that shitty trap,
full of goddamit applications, pics, silly groups and crap.

Poke me, invite me, send me an event,
Do hundreds and hundreds of tests,
Or have this nasty shot of yours,
commented by 500 people.
You´ll be fucked in just 1 second,
better beware, hide your nipples.

What are your 5 favourite films?
5 places, 50 shoes, 5000 plans,
C'mon and feed me today,
send me this lovely bear back,
you and me will be best friends at last.

Are you emotionally intelligent enough,
do share these little dollies with us,
or enter the Foopets, Lollipops, Funtoys,
or YoVille, whatever the fuck is that.

Once upon a time I signed up in Facebook,
today I'm just fed up of clicking the hell out of me,
thousands of icons appear in my nightmares,
tons of silly groupers pushing it in.

Is not that I don't like a Wordchallenge,
or a Geography thread,
it's just that I find absolutely ridiculous,
this continuous need of demonstrate,

how smart and social you people are,
how trendy and young,
how many days a week you can get pissed,
then tell the others, and show the pics.

Now some of you are in your forties,
seems a bit of a challenge to make up your minds.
My Facebook might not be the place to struggle
with this bloody middle age crisis, you dumbs.

Think twice the next time you click on a candy,
or just never type that you're cutting your nails,
and yes thanks for the bears but I don't need 50,
don't give a shit if you've got 200 friends or yatch weekly.

Once upon a time I signed up in Facebook,
now this brainless showroom has beaten all records,
200 million people in a kindergarden playground,
200 million clicks of procrastination.