In this economy,

You’re only as good as your phone battery.

Once it starts to go,

And the charger cords are frazzled,

No one wants to know

What you’re having for supper.

No one wants to see

What your grandchild is up to,

Or how many followers you have achieved on your business page.

And once your phone has finally given up 

Every visage of a ghost,

There will be no more posts

When day is done,

And you will have been forgotten like

The setting sun.

But who will come and clear your browser for you?

And who will ensure your page is not hacked by spammers?

Or that your enemies don’t come putting up the blackmail pictures of you

That make you look like a bag of wet hammers?

Forget about where you’re spending eternity or

The next great Aquarian age!

Who will secure your Facebook page for you

When you are gone?

-jenn