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Facebook Birthday Charities


Thanks to Facebook, your birth is not just a date,

now it's a way to make us donate.

It's not enough to say "best regards,"

Now, we're asked to whip out our credit cards.

You've got hundreds of "friends" you've never even met,

all asking you to go in debt.

Don't get me a present, just donate to my charity,

like I was going to get you a present, anyway.

It makes you feel you've done something for mankind,

on everybody else's dime.

You've created the campaign, and I don't want to hate,

but, did you even donate?

It's all designed to stroke our ego's, dig?

How do you think Facebook got so big?

 

 

  

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