I am friending poets on Facebook

I am friending poets on Facebook.
Reading their opuses - they aren't reading mine.
Giving them likes and comments - they're giving me none.
I am doing it on purpose - they're following their hearts.
They think they've got a reader - but I am not.
Because if I just wanted to read,
I would go to another place.
And to be somebody's fan - this is not for me.
I consider them as colleagues - they are not considering me at all.
My behavior is objectionable - their's is regular.
I am very sorry - they are not.

Of course they are reading each other and commenting and liking all the time
And not for supporting their group relations
But because they are really liking what they are writing.
Sure they are real friends to each other
And not simply friends as I am to them and they are to me.
They know each other from the youth and together they ate a ton of salt.
And some drunk a hundred of boxes of vodka.
I cannot do this during a short time, I would choke.

OK, that's enough.
Have to go read my friends' opuses.

Varnhalt, 24 July 2013; New York, 10 October 2013
(Translation from Russian original: http://stihi.ru/2013/07/24/8572)