Ode to Facebook

It’s a sunny day, so I should cut my grass
Instead I’m on Facebook and sitting on my arse
I need some motivation, I’ve got so much to do
I need energisation, I also need a poo

I haven’t had my breakfast, And I’m not even dressed
My phone’s not even switched on, My bedroom is a mess
But there are comments to be liked. People to be poked
Statements to be made, Bad jokes to be joked

“I’ll get up soon” I tell myself, but there’s a game to play
“I’ll do some work in bed”, but then there’s something I must ‘say’
“Oh well, life is more than work”, It’s true, but it’s work too
I’m losing out to facebook, I know what I must do

But I cannot ignore it, and facebook know it too
They change it around, they put in ads, and they know I’ll never go
I will get up, I promise, I’m sure you don’t really care
If only when you poked me, it would push me out of here