Bugs and Blunder - Rugs Pulled Unde

Migration to a facebook friendly twitter
won't help to sell a site where interaction
decreases daily, leaving users bitter,
few backed up - sense lacked - access now a fraction
of what before saw much to praise, smile raise.
Is this for real? Bliss permanent perversion
meets, scarcely sweet, or just a passing phase,
poorly thought out, bug replete, snug version
forgotten, dead and buried as our joys
which once won stars, not iron bars which break
fluidity and friendliness, employs
misconceived ergonomy, mistake.
Bugs run amock, stock falls, blocks reputation:
collapse negating sense - whence our frustration!

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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