Depression breathes down my back and spills onto the keyboard.
Happy People, Bitching People, Intoxicated People,
Facebook.
Spouting anecdotal wisdom.
Pronouncing achievements anthropomorphizing fuzzy things and spilling fairy dust
their achievements
their alleged concern about the world.
Your poems deeply delve into Life and some people never do; they use FB to share either their honest lives or their made- up lives, to look as if they have lives. Hard to tell and very hard for me to tell since I have met about 1/4 of my FB on person. I have thinkers and artists and writers mostly and tend to sift through my FB world when annoyed.
“sifting” is a wonderful word.