I was just sitting typing away
Minding my own business
‘You write a lot’ he said
‘Why don’t you share it with others?’
‘But I share a lot already’ I replied
This is for my eyes only
I do all I can for others
There isn’t much more I can do
Even now, my life’s congested
Taking care of home and kids
Dont forget I have work and church too
How do you propose I find more time
To share the things I write?
‘It’s so easy’ he said.
No need to write them twice
Just ‘post’ your notes on a ‘blog’
And that’s enough, it has been shared.
‘I am not convinced’ I said
I don’t know much about ‘posts’, ‘shares’ and ‘blogs’.
But I think it does take more
Than what you’ve just infered.
And anyway, the things I write
They are just scribbles to me
You know how I love to scribble
Don’t think it will be very exciting
For others to read my silly scribbles
What was it you said I should do?
What was the word again?
Blog? Blogging?
It sounds most peculiar
Like some kind of sickness
Which is very hard to shift
I have just learnt about status updates
Which I now do religiously
For the two twin brothers
Popularly called Facebook and Twitter
And now I have to ‘blog?’
If you are reading this now
It is prove the blog did start
Don’t ask me to tell you how
But turns out I was right all along
About blogs, about blogging
It voracious when it captures a victim
Far worse than an infection could be
Now I am totally hooked
Hooked on this dis-Ease
As if I wasn’t held hostage already
By those two captive masters,
Popularly called Facebook and Twitter
I have to ‘post’ and link my blog to them.
Now I’m captive more than twice over
To my very own jailer called ‘blog’
Who forces me to cavort endlessly
With the twins, Facebook and Twitter
As if that’s not enough
‘Blog’ has spread me very thin
I have to serve and wait upon
The other cousins of the family too
Digg, Press This, Linked In, Stumble Upon, Google…..
Phew! I’m out of breath just naming them all.
I am not complaining, not at all
It’s so much fun and that’s the truth
So fun I can do nothing else
What is spare time now?
There’s none to spare
I am addicted to ‘likes’ and ‘comments’
And that strange one called ‘plug -ins’
I plug in so much I am all plugged out
I live for each new ‘hit’ I see
The very weird thing is this
It is just like keeping another home
‘Blog’ must be tidied over and over again
It must be presentable, warm and welcoming too
So I now have two homes to care for
I clean, I weed, I greet, I share, I tweak……
What’s more shocking, there’s others just like me
It’s a whole community of thinkers,.. errr… captives
We hang out, we spy, sometimes we comment
Oh dear, I am so stuck and loving it too
Can’t seem to shift this sickness called ‘blog’.
Oh Blog! Give us a break! Don’t want to share my thoughts today.
I love this poem. Great work. I cant stop laughing. Its nice to finally sit down at the end of the day when the kids have gone to bed and read a piece like this. I identify so much with the character being a mum myself. Its very funny, yet not a joke!!
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Thanks Angela. I am laughing right along with you. The joke s on me. That is what blogging has done to me.
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Great piece, Selasie! I agree with Angela. …oh ya, one more ‘like’!
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I am truly addicted. Thanks Liz. More ‘likes’ will help reduce the effects of this disEase.
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I am going to run away into the Virtual World and live as my Gravatar…
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We will come find you. By the way what will you look like? The picture I see here looks a lot like Eric. I expect his ‘Gravatar’ to look like someone straight out of a fiction adventure series set in the medieval ages. GRAVATAR – sounds wild and ancient doesn’t it? Where do they get these terms from?
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