Facebook can be somewhat risky,
Chance of posting bits of History,
Impending affairs for the frisky,
After one too many whisky.
In wrong hands wreaks devastation,
For the vulnerable great temptation,
In less clever, mere frustration
And the vain, adulation.
Of past, current, future feuds,
Permitting privacy to be viewed
And of those that verge on shrewd,
Useful tool to merely allude.
So what are you and I you question?
I for one show indiscretion,
Relishing each mischief session,
Showing signs of age regression.
Busies me, stops me snoozing,
Allows stories of my choosing,
Lost some friends but well worth losing!