Instagran
She’s stuffed and she’s mounted;
She’s up on a board.
This week, she’s discounted;
We’ll throw in a cord.
Her joints all work;
She flexes and bends.
Pretend that she’s surfing;
The fun never ends!
She’s Wi-Fi-enabled
And password-protected.
Her system updates
Are auto-detected.
And upgrade to Pro
For 995;
She never talked more
When she was alive.
So don’t waste
your dough
On a mausoleum.
You spend all
That cash
And nobody sees ‘em.
Don’t sit there, man, move it!
Get up off your can
Our agents are waiting
Get your Instagran.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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