Profiles

Profiles
(c) Kimberly "Kimbo" Hewitt

Texting, blogging, e-mail, my face.
What's it all mean, who's invading your space?
Hey, are you out there? Where are you, my friend?
We're posting our memoirs but where does it end?

Stranger spells danger. Wait, how did you meet?
Twas no chance encounter on a cold, busy street.
Online you're dating, interview and take score.
Show them your wild side .You're fun, not a bore.

Truth be told, the profile you hold's a figment of imagining.
What you hear in what they convey is like when a songbird sings.
"Oh, how pretty, this song, how divine
and it fits so well in this world of mine."

Hear what you want and say what you please
May the phonies get to the ground, on their knees.
Pardon my opinion but this is my blog
My concern is if we should slaughter the hog.

Reality bites yet some don't want to taste
the crude meal they are serving, created in haste.
Facts and beliefs and likes and such
Does anyone care? Is this all too much?

Don't let your number of fan-friends be your guide
Don't let your computer become a safe place to hide.
Be yourself, be true and be kind.
If you don't understand this, well then, never mind.