fake names on facebook

what are you like some fucking dude who's gonna get in trouble for having his real name on there
could you get fired
are you gonna fuck with me and laugh about how i don't know your real name and you know mine
what the fuck man
this was a community
your fake name isn't even funny
fuck

i've rolled my eyes at negativity
i've had my sympathies exploited
i've called on resources of kindness and longsuffering i didn't even know i had to let youth stretch it's legs over the tender exposed nerves of my patience

i taught your kid how to ride a bike so he could ride to my house and break my mailbox
i asked for a bowl of rice and got a bowl of shit

we carry on

The air is cold the wind is still

there's ice on every windowsill

the dogs won't lie down in the grass

it's early but the sun has passed

the men come in and hap'ly say

"I think I saw the sun today"

But in their hearts a weight of stones

and subtle poison in their bones

has started spreading to the skin

slow stretching out their tempers thin

Their blood is thin their breath is frost

and as the sun sets hope is lost.

Like children tuging arms and sleeves

we beg and plead for soft reprieve

the air is cold and hopes are low,

deep buried in the fallen snow

beneath the ice beneath the ground

beside the worms where dead sleep sound

But soon the sun shall shine upon

the places where all hope had gone

and knowing that it won't be long

we carry on
we carry on.