The things I would do for a like.

The things I would do for a like.

I'm desperate. I need them. I'd give up nearly every one of my ribs-- besides two, I'll keep them, though I'm not quite sure what I will do with them. But the rest you can have. All I need in exchange is one measly like.

My friends, they get hundreds of likes. But me? Oh, poor little me, you see, I only get three...dozen or so likes. I'm sorry, I really needed the rhyme scheme to continue while I scheme for just one...dozen more likes.

You know what, I do most everything with my right hand, I'll give you my left for a follow. Just promise you won't unfollow me once my left hand is in yours. 

The things I would do for a like. Or even a follow.

I promise, I'm not much of an egotist, but it is 2018 and likes are like currency for a person like me. And I feel so poor with my dozens of likes while my friends run around with their pockets bulging...from phones that keep ringing with hundreds of likes. Me? I only get three...dozen or so rings.

But the things I would do for a couple more rings. A couple more likes. A follow. A couple more currencies for my social tendencies. 
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I'm right-handed, my left doesn't really do much, nor do these ribs, they're yours. Just promise me one measly little like. That's all.