It's An Almost Daily Occurrence Now Poem by Mark Heathcote

It's an almost daily occurrence now.
Hypothesising what friends, we'll keep
There are many accept and allow
All comers; employing no bittersweet.

Social networking is the new highway.
For these busy people to meet & greet.
Are these friendships real—am I cynical?
Is there any harm? What's the deceit?

Is there any real conceit in people liking
People they're never likely to meet or mistreat:
Wouldn't it be better—not rejecting, disliking?
Seeing them as footnotes something obsolete.

Isn't deleting requests a hollow dim reaction?
'Say, what was your first real, bad experience?
That caused you this amount of dissatisfaction'…
Is your heart and soul really that imperious?

Why do some people reject friendship?
For most it isn't courtship, I promise you.
Not seeing people in the flesh, does it leave you unrewarded?
So many questions distressingly now pursue.

Try noticing how different creative people are—
How they long to share their craftsmanship.
This openness is an all-encompassing reservoir.
But to those, those who'd again delete any friendship.

Who'd say no to an increase in their knowledge?
Wouldn't they excrete a football-like terrace song?
What a load of rubbish! What a load of codswallop!
Juxtaposing all teams—all players
From harmoniously getting along.