Barry, Barry quite contrary,
Diagnoses grow
With MRIs and IV ties
And little docs all in a row.

Second-guessing God’s design,
Disregarding fact,
It’s a surprise to no one
You’re a hypochondriac.

When will meds behave themselves,
Do just what you tell,
Instead of just make money for the
Pharmaceuticals.

When you search outside yourself
For silver bullet cures,
You miss the Barry wisdom
Of what is really yours.

Your heart, your strength, your good resolve
It’s time to turn the page,
Old age could be a suffering
Or a dawn upon the age.

Facebook, Facebook

Facebook, Facebook
I’ve been thinking
What a great world
It would be,
If your users 
Weren’t abusers
Posted joy authentically.

Facebook, Facebook
Can you manage
The fears of humanity,
Post them in
A box of mirrors
Charge them when
They think it’s free.

Facebook Facebook
You’re a business
Not a friendly backyard chat,
I won’t give you 
All my data
Wonder what 
You’ll make of that.