I Googled you
by Matthew Zangen
and it's like you don't exist
Myspace hasn't seen you in a while,
"so let's catch up, I miss you!"
now with more glitter.
Brittttney and Candi want to be your friends,
and I know a guy who made a hundred bucks
filling himself out with surveys about lonely people
--if you actually wanted to pay for a movie sometime.
Facebook hasn't tagged a photo of you
since that time you got trashed, and
your mini-feed is starving,
swallowing expired hearts and halved hearts
over complicated lunch breaks,
so wait, don't tell me, your Relationship Status:
You haven't been single since he dumped you.
We all saw it happen
and we watched your profile strip for months.
Don't expect a tip,
but I'll free-gift you a pole.
At least Tom is still your friend.
Author's Note: I'm seriously, get off the Internet.
Posted on 12/05/2007
Copyright © 2020 Matthew Zangen
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/05/07 at 03:54 PM|
Ya. Unfortunately I get this.
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/05/07 at 03:58 PM|
I meant to say...my boss googled me once, found me here on Pathetic and read all my poetry. Luckily I was only at about 40 poems at the time, and none of them were too "out there" for that job, but it made me think twice for awhile about what I was going to actually make public. Infact, it's part of the reason I once asked if we could have a members only button.