UNFRIENDED (First Draft)

I have a new weapon of sorts
To destroy digital creatures
Across their posts from space
My Unfriend Button I use to Nuke

I have warned these intruders
Passivity is as dangerous as sarcasm
So, death to the avatar too weak
Stupidity, is not a positional post

Thus, here I stand, finger curled to click
Ready to unfriend when threatened
A disappearing puff of digital dust
As I blow into its barrel and snout

Public Temptation

Am I not whom my pen professes to the masses in bytes?
Each kilobit layered chunks epicured from thought of heart?
or
Am I either pen or ink, staring at me in disbelief when
No one but Spitting Thought is my companion during spilling spells?
or
Am I just me, with a special talent to slay a dragon exposed
And know that its gut to online mouths is feed?
or
Alas, am I just me,
the emcee of inspiration?

AFRICAN DOUBTER

We're kept alive by our fear to survive
Our ancient African doubts our drive

Nothing believed from cradle's birth
Where white we grind those fire-dancers' mirth

Our doubts settle on the plains of our minds
Which forever is painted by our coloured blinds

Our heroics to protect ... flame our sparking tongues
Where doubting is needed as the air within our lungs