
A poem dedicated to my fellow content creators
Content or die,
you can’t deny
Too much or too long,
you get scrolled by
Mute, un-follow
un-like, bye-bye
Too little, a soft ripple,
in the live stream of noise
From mobile to desktop,
You fight for share of voice
Feed the content-hungry they say,
but you must pay to play
Buy your spot at the top,
they still won’t read it anyway
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