Mr Trail Safety Speaks!

Things are not, as they seem... Social Endorphine, or, The Lament of the Injured Influencer Here I lie, on my Instagram bed Tell me, Social Endorphine, when you liking me again Oh, and I don’t think I can’t post long Oh, you see, I’m not that strong The scream of the Whambulance is sounding in my ears Come on now, Social Endorphine, how long have I been lying here? What am I doing in this place? Why does the emoji have no face? Oh, I can't crawl across the floor Can't you see, Social Endorphine, I'm just trying to score Well, it just goes to show, things are not what they seem Please, Social Endorphine, turn my dropped logs into schemes Oh, can't you see my stats, fading fast Yeah, and that this bot will be my last? Come on Ah, yeah Please, please, Cousin PayPal, lay your cool, cool hand on my head Come on now, Social Endorphine, you better make up my bed 'Cause you know, and I know in the morning I'll zeros and ones, And you can sit around, and you can watch As...

When folk had laughed at my foolish biz, My hashtagged life of toil it is, Different folkes diversely said, To corporate masters you must give headde. Because I am strongge of Insta’s craft, I built myself a stout big raft, With mightye pictures in my postes, That were mocked by fools as shallow boastes. For follows large I pined for longly, Bengal troll farmes replied Me strongly! Ten thousande likes sprung from that spring raine, Silver left my purse with muche greate paine. If you knoweth History then You’d Understandde, The fearsome logge I holde in my handde, Forget that Once Was I when I got Chickked Remember what I’ve done for Sportte, and Shitte. --- And thus concludes today's reading. For an elder prose version, read this .