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Feb 2016
You don't have to put up with it,
no one is stuck on Facebook.

I look but can't see
the
delete me the **** outa this app that's free and always will be
krap.

Zap,
Zuckerberg just shot me down, run me out of Facebook town.
Pow,
I was going anyhow, they're just a bunch of nothing new,
a new look on a pirate crew,
*******
facebook.

Then they suspend me, them
wicked ******* on Facebook send me
to that godforsaken place called Coventry where the end of me is processed and repackaged endlessly,
Coventry?
I think it's twinned with monotony and
******* facebook
I'll go-commando,
hide away in Twitterville
and go it solo with 139 other characters who know as
much as I know.

Which is next to nothing

Am I bad or what?
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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