Some faces
Seem to have booked
The walls of their own
On Facebook,
Streaming their times
On its timelines.
Often they spit spites
With no respite
Vomiting their learning,
Rotten smells.
For reaping
Undue advantages
Highlighting
Their good acts
Ever pinned
And promoted,
With ill intentions
They seem to have
Tagged themselves
Into a dark world
Of repugnant nadir,
Where good senses
Dare not peep.
