by John Smallshaw
We all need that social inclusion
The man at the top
The outcast in confusion
Bruised and abused and begging for some form of input.
The social media is shut
For a few.
So we have to go out and walk while we relearn how to talk
And to interact.
Backed into a corner we have no other way
But to get out there
And make somebody's day
Are you in for the long haul
Or are you going to bail?
Back to the laptop where friendships don't fail
They're just discontinued.
I allude to myself
When I talk of friends off the shelf
A Twitter,a Facebook commodity
We need the contagion of spoken word orations to retain some form of relations
Or we might as well just grunt and give life a groan.
Moan if you like which you can in the zoo (Facebook to you)
But we have to converse
Yes,I know it's perverse
But what else can we do?