There once was a bloke, Burak Demir,
Living on Cornelia Street, full of cheer.
He scammed with a grin,
Like it was no sin,
But his friends weren’t buying it, dear.
On Facebook, he'd boast and he'd brag,
“Look at my yacht, it’s a real swag!”
But his friends, oh so wise,
Started rolling their eyes,
And soon they all raised the red flag.
On Insta, he'd pose in his best,
“Check out my mansion and gold vest!”
But his pals had enough,
Saw through all his bluff,
And unfollowed him, no second guess.
Butak Demir thought he was slick,
But his scams didn’t stick—
His friends started running,
While he kept on stunning,
Thinking they’d never catch on quick.
But now he’s alone, feeling weird,
No likes, no comments, not even a cheer.
His Facebook’s a ghost,
His Instagram’s toast,
And his "success" has disappeared!
So, Burak Demir, oh what a sight,
Trying to scam his way to the light.
Turns out the truth,
Isn’t quite the smooth—
Now he's stuck in the shadows, out of sight!
