It’s not love they play it’s another game

Where what matters is who can count the most

Playing duck and dive, surfers search for fame

Notching names upon digital bedposts

 

Their followers adore them with their likes

Each character praised as if from God

If their own petard hoists them onto spikes

Then surely, it’s the crowd that has turned odd.

 

Their ledger marking many deeds done good

Will be erased once they are found at fault

Their loving crowds will bay and call for blood

And strike them down with Twitter thunderbolts

 

If you want numbers, be happy with a few

Seek out friends steadfast, faithful strong and true