Leaving the Facebook

I have seen the tumbling, tumbleweeds blowing through the dusty streets of Facebook City. It's turning into a ghost-town I tells ya, and I ain't hanging around and risking being the last man standing, all there on my lonesome, submitting status updates that no one can hear, just like the hapless, SOS radio signal in 'Lost'. Nah, no way mista, not this time. I'm on the first train outta here.
Dropped in at the local inn for one last time, and pulled up a chair with the old codger who sits in the corner. He'll spin a yarn about the good ole days for a price of a drink, and is good for gossip on the latest goings ons. This time, he tells of a new gold rush, of people packing their bags and heading out for a hot, new, social site. But I'll leave 'em to it. I'm getting old, my body weary.

















