Facebook Hamlet - by Synthia Friesen

 To like or not to like. That is the question.

To reply or not to reply. Another question. 

Whether 'tis nobler on the status to suffer

The comments as arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to ignore against a sea of troubles

a friend request and by opposing end them. To join—to block,

No more; and by delete to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand notifications.

That flesh is heir to: "accept" Devoutly to see more. To chat, to upload;

To edit, perchance to dream—ay, there's the poke.

For in that free gift what dreams we share,

When we have hugged all of our friends,

Must we pause for the request

That make the games most recent news.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of all,

The event - not attending; the proud man's contumely.

The agony of editing information, so personal,

Political view, religion, and the spurns

of page suggestions, groups and strangers.

When we ourselves our quietus make

With a reply? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary app,

But that the dread of someone's comment,

The undiscovere'd rare egg, from whose search

No traveller returns, must hunt,

And makes us bear those ills we have

To fly and kidnap others that we know not of.

Thus applications do make players of us all,

And thus What's on your mind?

is greatly overused with the pale cast of thoughts, emotions. 

Enterprises of great wall posts and messages -

With one more turn to recent news

Then loose the action to - log out.