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