Jail

 

go to jail

go directly to facebook jail

do not pass go

 

community standards

broached you’re reproached

you are suspended

 

do not collect two hundred

no correspondence

will be entered into

 

jailbird you think about

community chest

facebook’s worst and best

 

or chance, the kind of card

that gets you out for free

or sends you alone to reminisce

 

long days on old kent road

the ads the threads the saids

you must unsaid delete

 

long the nights dreaming

of everyone’s lost opinions

being there trafalgar square

 

what did you say

what were you thinking, even

no one’s saying a thing

 

eternity at leicester square

logon for a chat jailbird

prove that you are human

 

suspended for saying what

you’ve weeks fresh faceban

to remember what it was not

 

all the banter on bow street

picking the rants on piccadilly

choosing emojis on mayfair

 

have you got your emoji back

the echo chamber of your cell

your voice in constant backchat

 

not so, neither is the future

a facebook crowd end to end

now you endure a mass unfriend

 

options are to confess

to a charge that has not been named

a guilt you are not guilty of

 

time will heal your enmity

until you think throw away the key

reconstruct your identity

 

adopt a separate reality

the one where the world is scented

before facebook was invented

 

where true friends look you in the eye

you’ve space to think about why

or simply gaze at the sky

 

where life is not 24-hour cycles

monopolised by random chaos and

you permanently stuck on strand

 

for once look yourself in the mirror

test your suspenders

take a weekend bender

 

and leave social media behind

drown your facebook

and turn a leaf, contemplate