Spill The Beans, ya bugger! Whoever you are.

I have a little problem,

I really got to share,

No, it’s not my weight or work,

I’m good on those and mair.

It’s something else entirely,

You’ll get it once you read,

It’s coping with the volume

Of posts within my feed.

It’s hectic, man, I’m telling you,

I like so many posts,

I comment and I scroll some more,

And read past words, of course,

Like sooking up the flavour

Of a drink that I’ve just found

But time’s a hellish bugger

And it’s hard to get around

To all the mail that drops on floor,

Through virtual letterbox,

I’m trying, gawd, I’m trying,

But I’m telling you, it sucks!

You write too much (yeah, I do too!)

So what’s the answer, please,

Someone must have worked this out,

So go on, spill it, tease

Me with the findings and

I’ll forever be your friend,

How do you cope with volume

Of the mail that never ends?

Is there an app that I can use

That gathers in one place,

The folk I love, can’t do without,

Though never seen their face?

Someone must have sorted this,

All this talent here,

Some creative bugger

More practical than I, I fear.

I know that you are out there!

One of you must’ve found!

Tell me, quick, or I’m deleting!

Or maybe going to ground,

Hiding out till WP apps

Support my needs in ways,

I can answer mail and browse

But still get on with days.

Who are you and where are you?

The answer to my prayer!

Stop hiding out and tell me

How to cope with flair.

If you’ve found the secret

And you want to patent it,

I’ll back you to the hilt, I will,

Just share a teeny bit.

I’m done today, the mail’s still there,

Though through it I have gone,

Maybe if I stopped with talk so much,

It’d be sorted and well done.

Email me or make a post

Or comment down below,

For feck sake, please just share it!

And now I have to go.

I’ve done sod all else today!

Ping!

A new message arrived in my inbox,

I smiled when I saw what it said,

This one I shall keep to look at again.

Not deleted, even after being read.

 

The contents are not really private,

But they might not be interesting to you.

It was a message relayed, through someone, from God,

Telling me what I had to do.

 

I laughed with such joy when I read it,

It said all I wanted to hear;

To communicate and shout from the heavens.

So, I guess that’s why I’ve found myself here.

 

It’s amazing to me, someone that I don’t know,

Heard a word and passed it by mail.

An assignment from Him, delivered so modernly.

Who knew that God no longer used snail?

 

Part of the message said that He had my addy,

To expect communication from Him,

But, before further greater enlightenment,

I should be open and filled to the brim

 

By all He can offer, if I but just ask,

And listen with two willing ears.

So I’m knocking and seeking for God to instil

More confidence , from some of my fears.

 

I tell you, I cried when I read it,

Such tears that made my face damp.

If He’d sent it by post, I’m telling you too,

I would also be treasuring that stamp.