Face(book) Your Family
I go to visit grandmother and all I see are farms…
“Is anyone else having troubles getting their baby ducks
to transform into different ones? I’ve had some troubles
and they won’t switch. Have a lot of troubles don’t know why
I get people to click and get seven names and then I can’t get it
to change.” In other words, total nonsense! Nothing but tiny
cartoon animals plastered all over her wall so I pop around
to see my dad, only finding six months worth of spam.
My mother is disconnected, my younger relatives swear
a ridiculous amount and here I still edit all the shit
that comes out my mouth, at least before I hit the post.
Filed under: ♥ Creativity, Children's Lit, Facebook, Poetry, Reality | 1 Comment
Tags: dad, Facebook, family, farmville, mom, postaday2011, Spam, swear, technology