Social Medea

Those who don't learn history

Are doomed to repeat it

And we failed to realize

What just started

I'm talking about this

semi-declared

sorta kinda

not quite

war thing

Use those

Hash tags as

weapons of war

So get to trending!

Maybe we can finally get one over on  media...

Social Media

That one girl we all talk to

She never calls but chats with you every day

But she's not the woman we think she is

She's a trap queen

Literally

Her main export is people

And she caught a fresh batch of suckers

She used the old

Trojan horse trick

You know what I'm talking about

Right...?

You know how you let it right into your homes to like and share

How it draws you in with

Trending topics

Then Springs out at night

With stories that entwine you

In Arachne's world wide web

And slaughter your attention span

Every brain cell that resides in your

Troy of a mind

I think she called it

Facebook...

Narcissus, the narcissist

Should be a prime example

Of what happens when you get too drawn into the mainstream

You drown in it

But breathe easy

As soon as you get enough likes then you'll be saved

They'll throw out twitter handles

For you to grab

But

What if you can't?

Those black flag hash tags

That sail through your time line

Were just trying to get their message across

It was a warning

your free will was not enough characters

To keep it secure

Relax, friends

I can already hear your fingers yelling in all caps

Tweeting the day away

Twitter beef keeps you arguing behind glass prison bars

But don't fall for her tricks anymore

She wants to see those chickens

Clucking up the wrong tree-

Branches spread out to every corner of the globe

Because no one really understands

Privacy settings anymore

That's why MySpace is abandoned now

when you agitate it enough

It fights back.

She was the woman to make physical abuse acceptable to pass time...

Get it

She started the phrase "kik me later"

Social Media psychologically profiles you the longer you know her

She gets to know who you really are

uses this information

To change herself

Then she uses her knowledge against you

To create your personalized nightmare

She uses you more than you use her

And she has a full arsenal

So when she pulls her piece out

She says

"this tech is the pinicle of your existence "

Backspace, because we don't want to go over the limit

So she turns it to the side

Points it at you

And says

"this TECH is the pinicle of your existence"

And you took it to heart

Remember this is a flame war

Comments are the new artillery

And all we have to do is lay down our ammunition

This is a war we can stop with

One click of a button

Get out of those Facebook pages

And put your face in actual book pages

Don't drown in this social experiment

Emerge out of this finger lock she has on us

Because media's goals

Is to make us less social