Is that it uses big words to describe itself,

Like “timeline”, to say “where all the status updates show up.”

Imagine that, the line of time, as something you call yours

You can freely travel through history

Though not yet to the future,

Like being able to take three thousand steps backwards then back again,

But only up to the present.

The thing about my timeline is that two or three 

Of the same people are using it as a public record of their flirting,

Like kissing through a glass wall

And all the people can. see, or at least I can’t look away

From the unspectacular spectacle 

Of avatars acting shamelessly.

Oh wait, I can stop following these people

But the more spectacular thing, is how rude 

It seems to do just that; that it seems better to just ignore

This particular part of our history.