Can’t I get my Facebook to work?
Don’t they know I have to update my status
Before my coffee can perk?
Don’t they realize I need to read others stuff?
Mindless messages and eCards keep my day from being ruff…
I need a shot of Candy Crush to get my heart pumping fast
I must reach level 53 before my batteries pass
I must answer pleas for extra lives and help
I must answer queries from those with brains as feeble as kelp
If I can’t upload my pictures or show where I am
My hands will start shaking, and I will start craving green eggs and ham
Facebook is a drug in it’s own right
It is the only one who understands my need for the limelight…