Somebody hacked my Instagram
while I was fast asleep.
Their Russian keys were clacking hard
to crack my photo heap.
How depressed they must have been,
how crestfallen, how “Sad!”
to find selfies and nothing more
(it must’ve made them mad).
So here’s to you, my Russian friend,
I raise my glass. Da, cheers!
Thanks for picking me, a plebe,
to instill minor fears.
