Poem: Her Facebook has it
I wrote this poem the other day. I had been listening to the wonderful Salford poet John Cooper Clarke and thought I would try to emulate his style….(as if!) I have used Facebook as a theme because whenever I go there, I am always fascinated by the massive amount of ‘friends’ people seem to have. Anyone can apply to be a ‘friend’ , some don’t even know who these ‘freinds’ are! Some of the profile pictures are hilarious – I’ve even seen Hitler as someones profile picture. The other thing about Facebook is that people are such liars about themselves, it’s a kind of ‘anything goes’ place. So that was where the inspiration came from and this is what happened:-
Her Facebook Has It
Her Facebook page is on your screen,
Suppress that smirk as you watch her preen,
Her Day-glo ass like a tangerine –
The Clockwork Orange of a nasty dream.
The grinning mass of her airbrushed face
A sickly mask hiding her disgrace,
Talk about arsenic and very old lace!
She’s there for the kill – forget the chase.
‘Looking for Lurve’ states the brass-faced mare,
(And any old cash that you’ve got to spare)
Abandon hope all who enter there
As she lures you into her bijou lair.
3000 ‘friends’ joining in the game,
Even Pope John Paul’s in her hall of fame,
A barefaced liar that feels no shame.
The greasy embers of a burnt out flame.
Ten years younger than her Dinosaur age,
A Terrorhawk wonder on the rampage
Every profile picture – a darker shade of beige,
Click to see her boogie on a makeshift stage.
Throwing back Sambuca’s in dramatic pose,
Strutting like an ostrich in her too tight clothes
Such a party person – but here’s one who knows
That when the party’s over it will end in blows.
©L. M. Roberts 2010
John Cooper Clark image by Nick Hider – with thanks 🙂
I’ve wrote a post about this poet HERE
But for a look at the ‘Master’ in action – and how it should be done clickHere and enjoy!
My other poetry experiments;
Finding the words (freeverse)
Drowned in sound (dark)