O Great Abridged-to-Nowhere and Digressive Textuaa,
O Limited Characters of Unlimited Assertions,
O Holy Hexadecimal 3B5998, the FB Blue,
O Towering and Shimmering Wall of Sacred Vapidity,
O Ephors of Infinite You- and Me-dia Without Citation,
O Hour Devourer,
O FB! Hear my plea:
Keep Thine humble non-entitious servant
in Thy Stream of Golden Glory,
rain down upon me the Likes and Favorites embedded in Thine Algorithmic Hymns,
and deny not my Stranger Automations,
my momentary Recipiency;
my Privacy Confusion
as I forgive You
Your Endless Spins and Un-Progressive Bars.
Thou preparest a table of Blessed Feeds before me,
and in the Preferences of mine Frenemies,
my See Mores runneth over.
I'm awed how Thy Staff ignoreth me.
You maketh me "Like"-drown; or careen past bores,
and sore-hurteth their souls.
Surly Flameness and Merchandise shall follow me
all the refreshes of my online "life"
and ITM will dwell in Thy Browser Tab forever and ever,
unless Google+ really catches on.
In the name of the Cute Kitty,
the Rescued Whale,
the Dish I Just Made,
and the Stupid Guy on a Sled Roped to a Pickup;
in the name of the Pointless Triangle
of Petition, Cause, and Share:
keep me Logged In always,
until at last I close bracket, slash body,
and find my unexpected end of file.
Then store me in Thy Linked Tables
and halcyon Data Fields
as a Saved Query,
so that I may pop up
–never more an Invalid Token or File Not Found–
and be Returned, again and again,
with all Refined and Pertinent Searches.
URL'd without end,