I’m a Facebook celebrity 

I travel over land and sea 

Shaped by how many blue thumbs you give me

Posting for that click click 

Double click

Give my photos a flick 

When I use the right filter my hair looks so sick 

Don’t you like my post?

Ain’t I the most?

Will you think of me when you next raise a toast?

Tell me, what makes me froth?

Should I wear some shiny cloth?

Turn on your phone and watch me fly like a moth 

Do you like what you see?

Are you clicking on me?

If I take enough pics do I become paparazzi?

If I put on a new sweater

Do you like me much better?

Or should I make my hair look  wetter?

If I want to look fun

I’ll put my hair in a bun

When you try to connect, then I gotta run 

When they are measuring prosperity 

Is there a scale of severity?

If I am going to be a hipster should I use words like awarity?

I pretend to like thrift

Yet I buy you a gift

I want to save the world as long as it’s swift 

Can I buy some maturity?

Have I raised from obscurity?

If I wear organic cotton do I gain some security?

I want some humility 

Or was it civility?

Or do I need to fight the military? 

I used to play a recorder

Is that a new disorder? 

How much stuff can I buy to become a hoarder?

They say I’m off kilter 

Like maybe I’ll wilt or 

I ain’t got no filter

But that shit ain’t true

This ain’t no coup

My world isn’t going to revolve around you 

I ain’t no lamb or some Hollywood ham 

When I go for a fly they pack me in like some spam 

But I downloaded a new filter on Instagram

I don’t mean to boast

But I live on a coast

If I unfriend you then you become a ghost

Am I out of my brain

If I fly in a plane?

Or if I admit that I like to walk in the rain?

I used to be a disorder 

Now I am looking for a new world order

Or to travel without a border 

Do I look super free?

Should I pose by a tree?

How many likes till my I becomes we?