Facebookeans - most of them
With knack of computers
With fragmented characters
With their fake and false look
Have their presence on facebook!
On the face of their walls
Are the two scrawling hands
Ever growing nothing but posts
Busy reaping various comments
Like midnight’s roaming ghosts.
Two eyes bloated out wide
Have their nose pointed sniffing
Searching nothing into the screen
With their vision sans any vision
And the reason has lost the sheen.
A head with a writhing heart
For the one beyond, some seen
Moaning, and groaning is that side
A beauty in the curtain of the screen
Facing them is today’s staring look
Piercing either heart on facebook!
Dragons roam spitting hatred
On the opponents, off and on
Literate crabs do blab and drag
By hanging posters of their own
Anarchy rules over the netizens
Most of them are fakebookeans.