Rejoice rejoice dear acquaintances,
Passing fancies and friends of friends
And all those one would really not
Want anywhere near one's death bed nor
Pose for pics on your wedding day or
Blow balloons on your sprog's birthday
What once would mean a limp handshake
A non-committal nod or a half-rictus
Is now writ bold in this great big tome,
This scrapbook of social one-upmanship
For where else would you turn
When you can't turn the page
Or stand face to face
With that nameless face
Worry not friends (in the loosest sense)
Just post a 'like' on his Facebook page
