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Sat. Aug 18, 2007

She's My Social Application

I’ve been informed that today is Bad Poetry Day, and I was asked to make a contribution. Bad poetry? Hell, I can do that. The first that came to mind…

Bad poetry day
Make some, why yes, I can, but
I’d rather haiku

However, I actually had a half baked idea for some song lyrics running around in my head … and we all know I’m not going to be writing and singing songs. So the idea has been harvested (besides, it works better with links, and I don’t have to worry about rhythm … it’s supposed to be bad!). In the tradition of Henry Gibson and Tyrone Green, I give you…

“She’s My Social Application“

I found her at Friendster,
But there she no longer looks,
I don’t just want to be LinkedIn,
Gotta connect to her Facebook.

Her API isn’t open to me,
But soon she won’t be so wary,
Her love is not Open Source,
It’s very proprietary.

She gets me all a-twitter,
But I really need her feed,
So I’ll hunt her orange icon,
‘til it makes my fingers bleed.

Just outside her MySpace,
I’ll make my Basecamp,
And write her love letters in Gmail,
Where they’ll need no stamp.

On eBay I know I’ll find
Cheap rings at my disposal,
On YouTube I’ll get on bended knee
To make my digital proposal.

I’ll Skype her for an answer,
At least, that’s my dream
And if the answer is no ,
I’ll ask again in my flickr stream.

But I’m no online stalker,
She’s my social application,
At least that’s my story,
As told at the police station.

364 days before I subject you to this again.