Wednesday, October 13, 2010

A Facebook Found Poem

Let's just go ahead and call this: The Official E, Myself, and I Facebook Week of 2010.

Ok, now that that's out of the way... I'm spicing up "Midweek Laughs" today...

 The basic topic is:
What makes you laugh about FACEBOOK? (Of course!)

But... here's the challenge.  I'm writing a FOUND POEM using only - you guessed it - FB STATUS UPDATES!  (How fun is this?)

What is a "Found Poem" you ask?  

According to www.poets.org:
Found poems take existing texts and refashion them, reorder them, and present them as poems. The literary equivalent of a collage, found poetry is often made from newspaper articles, street signs, graffiti, speeches, letters, or even other poems.

A pure found poem consists exclusively of outside texts: the words of the poem remain as they were found, with few additions or omissions. Decisions of form, such as where to break a line, are left to the poet.

It's pretty much the easiest form of poetry, because you don't have to do any of the actual writing yourself.  (And, no friends, it does NOT have to rhyme!) 

So... I bring you:
What's On Your Mind?

 Thanks, friend, for your poor cell reception...
You know it's going to be a bad day,
when you run over the toll booth.
It's true... You can wear Birks
....and [be] weirded out by the Santanna-Brittany make out session.
I have a UTI, and just saw
an old man riding a bike with a big fluffy white cat in a basket.
I could literally burst into little bits!
...
Am I crazy?

I just ate an entire head of garlic.
What will the Creatures of the Night think?
I can tell,
Tonight is gonna be a red wine and sleeping pills kinda night,
and I am going to lose all my friends.

Either way,
I had a great afternoon just
watching the Pupcake.
Plus, there's another casserole in the freezer...
It smells like it's brewin' a mighty fecal stew
of medicinal ice cream just administered to my throat.

By the way,
If you tick me off, and I don't say anything
It's not because
I'm getting ready to walk down the aisle as a groom's-maid.

I miss you, Carl Sagan
but, don't I interact with seniors enough already?
Honestly, I'm really wondering...
"Have you touched President Obama?"
Best thing I ever did;
but, it ended in throwing up.

Sincerely, 
Thighs MaGee

*For the record: None of these are my words;  they were found entirely in the status updates of my friends (via the public domain that is FaceBook) over the course of the last 48 hours!

Now, try your hand at social network poetry and link up below!  (Or, you can always just post about what makes you laugh on Facebook!)



5 comments:

  1. Ok - I had a BLAST doing that. Thanks for making this Wednesday just a bit more fun!!!

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  2. Cute poem! Funniest status updates from my FB friends today:

    1. "As always the pot of gold is over on the neighbor" (with photo ending in a far away field)

    2. " I do need to give credit to the ladies that made me so pretty last night. It was hard work makin something so ugly into something so pretty."

    3. "Nothing like driving heavy equipment after a being dressed as a woman last night."

    4. "All single ladies invited to north park razorback watch party."

    5. "Every man is a damn fool for at least 5 minutes a day. Wisdom consists in not exceeding the limit. "

    6. "Will trade sister for two razorback tickets for this weekend"

    7. " I really wonder how I survived life on a tractor without facebook"

    8. "Life has its little ups and downs, like ponies on a merry-go-round..."

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  3. Oh my gosh my FB update is the first line! lol!!!! Hilarious!

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  4. How did I miss this? How, how, how....

    hahaha

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  5. fArt School (Autocorrect, birch)

    What is it about mirrors that brings out the little kid in me?
    Good bed covers, from the 80's
    Because I think the 80's were real
    I close my eyes
    I'll miss you
    If you love me

    A pluviophile need not eat for 21 hours so long as it rains.
    They start before they're ready.
    Bill Waterson, like a genius, says
    "I hate football season"

    As the grey drizzly beats lighting in Seattle
    And as the owl outside starts saying who,
    Keeps saying "who"
    And
    "I hate football season" the

    Pluviouphile needs to numb As
    Pumpkin spice lattes blue helplessness bum
    Blast today
    Drink Rumb

    God gives life as much as Lance loves the beach
    All the smelly things
    He discovers - creates.

    God. She's just so cool.
    So perfect.

    And he's good at covers
    So perfect.
    Take me back to disneyland or I hope to be
    Dead by christmas.

    Today- missing my mom.
    Fried chicken and chocolate milk:
    Waffles?

    So, when do I clean my room?
    Homework hurts my back.

    When I do clean my room,
    Hello, bed. Its been...a while.

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