Facebook: Where friendships go to die
Maybe not your friendships, maybe just mine
Where profound thoughts meet with thundering silence
When pointing out absurdities and senseless acts of violence
When I cite the impending doom that’s coming
That’s when my Facebook friends start running
When I share news showing hypocrisy and lies
They say call me when the revolution is televised
I thought my friends were intellectuals enjoying challenging debate
Instead they post fart jokes while I ponder the world’s fate
Maybe I’ve spent too much time in the information age
I’ve been on the internet until I got to the last page
But then they created Facebook – Wow, I can share my knowledge
About the Freemasons, Illuminati, and uselessness of college
How the CIA created Hollywood, the Music Industry, and Miley Cyrus
I thought this kind of news would be spreading like a virus
But nobody wanted to hear it because they were already too invested
To test their point of view, that they would rather leave untested
Then there was Farmville – to which I lost my first wife
I think she is still in there, living some farming kind of life
And all those silly games I get invited to each day
Like Candy Crush and Pirate Kings – who’s got the time to play?
When there is stuff to learn on this information landscape
How British Royals perpetuate man on boy rape
Maybe it’s because I’m 50 and I see my life half over
I haven’t been to China yet or seen the Cliffs of Dover
I see a billion eyes seeking endless entertainment
Too busy to learn the dangers of this universal entrainment
That leads us into groupthink – which is not thinking at all
But keeps us in the comfort zone before the giant fall
All I want is the truth, I don’t care if it doesn’t agree
With everything I’ve thought before it was revealed to me
I’m sure by now I’ve lost you – with all this stuff so serious
I better tell a fart joke before you get delirious
But like I said I’m fifty now – I no longer trust those farts
You never know when one of those will become a random shart
So here’s a dirty joke I learned when I was just a kid
About some dirty little pigs and the dirty things they did
Two pigs squealed, jumped in the mud, and then they gave a shout
And nine months later from out the mud three little pigs came out
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