The time I first found out about Facebook,
I was eighteen years old, in spring, oh-four.
How could I know this site would be a hook
distracting me from papers, tests galore?
Six years later, I found myself with plus
or minus seven-hundred friends, a news
feed full of pics, updates, a need to discuss
the weather, Barack, pop culture, and booze.
But now, Mark Zuck wants more from me than I
would like to give. The privacy guidelines
are longer than the Constitution: why?
I want to delete my account, destroy the signs.
Facebook, I’ll always love the times we’ve had,
but privacy infringement makes me mad.
Note: title inspired by “New York, I Love You, but You’re Bringing Me Down” by LCD Soundsystem
(Photo by suez92)