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I am a guy who loves sending Facebook messages
If the number of unanswered Hi's were converted to percentages, I'd have the highest wages
Yet I'm addicted to chatting and video calling
Sadly it's appalling that instead of females, it's rain that is falling

I've been chatting since 2009 and I'm no more a teen
Been at this for years and now tis January 2019
I have lots of followers who I'm now eager to block
Because they prevent those that truly like me to come out and talk

Right now there are a group of mutual friends sharing stories
Hopefully they are creating a page that will broadcast my past glories
I'm still here shouting what'sapp to nearby friends from friendly suggestions
Praying they don't ban me for maybe showing too much desperation

What's on my mind is my inbox notification with her for who my identity, I don't always have to remind
Since I'm an active member I will pay gladly with both cash and kind
I'm a poet so there's always truth and honesty in my mind
I don't need filtered pictures or several uploads to help them get what they set out to find

I'm going to have a Facebook conference, seminar or class
Appointing Admins and nearby friends to help me manage our campaigns and ads
At the moment my mind isn't quite made up on the exact plan
Should they sign up or log in and what punishment befits defaulters, deactivation or ban?

Enough fun and games, tis time for me to elevate to a social media manager
Maybe these girls will stop looking down on me like an ordinary Facebook messenger
I'm a poet, my poetic license gives me the right to hack into their privacy for confirmation
Or die trying even if it means another account deactivation


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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