30 days and 30 nights ago I was on Facebook

30 days and 30 nights ago I was on Facebook.

It was sometime ago I was booking my self
on-line crawling into cyberspace.

MySpace turned us blind,
YouTube open our eyes,
Facebook stared into our faces with nothingness.

I looked for dates in Space,
Listened to things on the Tube,
I found history in the Book.

I had to many clones, to little friends,
or to many friends, and to little clones
but no one really cares, it’s just a book worm in Space.

The Aliens might take over the Tube,
but who cares Elvis is still there and
he never leaves.

I found games in the Books of Space,
but it’s the pages of my damnation.
Nothing is what is seems to be when
found in the Spaces of Faces.

The worlds of war in the books and the crafts
of space are just virtual’s of this reality’s dream.

What’s to be found in the books of the damned,
What’s to be found in the shadows of space,
What’s to be found within you is the tube of life.

Nothing is what it seems once you connect into space.
We only have room for 140 bits, who will be lost in space.
What can the great blue whale tell us that we didn’t know!
Perhaps it’s just the birds on-line with nothing to do on a nice day.

I used to stumble, while flicking
I still Digg the net, It’s just not the same.
Meetups and cons hacking the books and tubes,
It used to be on side but now it’s in your faces.

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