Whose work this is, I think I know
I do not want to do it though;
These notifications piling up,
About comments filled up with woe.
My friends must think it’s weird,
To worry about SEO terms paired;
When others rest and prepare,
But I must lay these comments bare.
To protect the org’s reputation,
I must work without trepidation;
Lest our engagement should wither,
And the Likes do not come hither.
Social data is dark and deep,
But I have contracts to keep;
And content to write as I weep,
And posts to schedule before I sleep.