Social Media Blues

At the potluck party,

The casseroles were hearty,

Pulled pork and some ham sliders,

Quenched by apple cider.

Helped myself to quite a few,

Man, did I overdo.

The yakking just got louder.

I had to take a powder.

So many people wanting to lead,

With no one taking heed.

Social media’s just the same.

Everyone seems to play the game.

Talk. Talk. Talk. Nobody listens.

Listening is a mission.

The family reunioned

At a local communion.

Grandma’s great fried chicken

With gravy that she thickened.

I ate beneath the oak tree shade.

And drank lots of lemonade.

The yakking just got louder.

I had to take a powder.

So many people wanting to lead,

With no one taking heed.

Social media’s just the same.

Everyone seems to play the game.

Talk. Talk. Talk. Nobody listens.

Listening is a mission.

Dragged to a baby shower

For nearly two full hours.

Deviled ham and egg salad.

The bride wrote a ballad.

I hid and had a cream puff

Until I had had enough.

The yakking just got louder.

I had to take a powder.

So many people wanting to lead,

With no one taking heed.

Social media’s just the same.

Everyone seems to play the game.

Talk. Talk. Talk. Nobody listens.

Listening is a mission.

The yakking just got louder.

I had to take a powder.

So many people wanting to lead,

With no one taking heed.

Social media’s just the same.

Everyone seems to play the game.

Talk. Talk. Talk. Nobody listens.

Listening is a mission.