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Too Many Friends?
I struggle these days with my contacts
My brain seems to go on a tilt;
I've friendships coming out of my earholes
My address book is full to the hilt.
And it's not that I'm feeling unsocial
Believe me, I used to be chuffed;
But I'm now at the stage where I'm worried
In case I'm ignored or rebuffed.
It used to be so very simple
Your colleagues at work, and your kin;
Your mates in the pub - a few others
But things are now up in a spin.
My time, surreptitiously stolen,
By Myspace, Facebook and Twitter;
By phoning and mailing and texting
And I'm now sick to death of E-litter.
There ain't enough room in my folders
My memory stick is now full;
It's time for a new bigger hard-drive
Or I'll soon be in need of a cull.
But how many friends can I handle?
(I often forget my own name!)
I care not for chance reputation
I have no desire for E-fame.
So I think I'll go back to beginnings
Leaving all my E-friends to their fates;
I've shut down the blasted computer
And I'm off to the pub with my mates.
poem
by
John Carter Brown
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