Dear Facebook and Twitter worshipers,
With the tech aged now upon us it's open season
With the tech aged now upon us it's open season
For destroying
reputations without rhyme or reason.
On Facebook or on
Twitter
The gutless can
troll their dirty litter
Which will be
picked up and hurled
To every corner of
the world.
It’s according to
the gospel of St Facebook and St Twitter
That’s all they
ever think,
Not noticing the
stink,
That’s such a
subtle smell
It’s beckoning
them all to hell,
As they go on
worshiping according to St Facebook and St Twitter.
Followers are the
coin of this shadowy crowd
Where true names
get lost in banks of cloud,
But that’s okay
according to the gospel of St Facebook and St Twitter.
Watch out; watch
out for your little teen,
He could be paedo
or he could be clean,
It’s nowhere there
in the gospel of St Facebook or St Twitter.
He’s so smooth and
so kind,
Mum and Dad will
never mind
If I go on making
love according to St Facebook and St Twitter.
Dad did you hear Mum scream
That’s sis’ dress they’re dragging from a stream.
It must be true it’s on Facebook…. and on Twitter.
This speaks for itself,
Regards,
Jon
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