Peter glanced at the cursor and explained to Gabe,
from atop a column of azure slabs,
“My friend, it’s the best they’ve done since the astrolabe.
How easy it will make it for us to keep tabs.
Just look at this one, showing off his abs!
And this one’s peevish today about the weather,
this one’s established contact with a former beau,
this one boasts she no longer wears leather,
this one laments last summer was thus and not so,
this one only posts photos from decades ago,
and this one’s determined to shoot his cat.
Gabe, we could set up accounts for ourselves, you know!
We’ll even engage the fiend in an online spat!”
Gabe laughed and said, “It’s not for me, my chum.
I’ve quintillion better ways to make myself dumb!”