What's Up

What’s Up

I am writing to tell what’s going on;
what is facebook going to do next;
fb really hates to be just going along;
and so, it invents a new pretext.

Originally it accused me of plagiarizing;
stealing the writings of someone else;
such foolishness I don’t find surprising;
the Cardboard Breadman must be an elf.

They won’t accept I write under that name;
and I can’t say I’m, at all, surprised;
their artificial intelligence deserves all blame;
their algorithms; poorly devised.

They think Cardboard and I, are two people;
a pen name is not in their vocabulary;
they think that I’m merely one of their sheeple;
and a pseudonym makes them wary.

In spite of it all; they continue to threaten;
thinking that I’m old; and will go away;
The Cardboard Breadman site still beckons;
where you can read my poetry every day.

They’ve also accused me of hurting feelings;
but, they never will tell me who;
who are the fools; that by words are sent reeling;
I’ll scrunch up my face and shout: “BOO!”

Since they think Cardboard and I are two people;
I have written this poem, all by myself;
this poem is directed to all facebook sheeple;
and was written by the facebook elf.

Monty 11/2/23. # 1,843