Slave to the Algorithm
I don’t want to drive engagement.
I don’t need your gratuitous clicks.
I won’t beg for attention with
Pics of kittens sleeping with chicks.
I don’t need your engagement.
I won’t ask if you’ve used a skate key.
I don’t need any silly test to
Know you are as old as me.
I don’t really care how you engage.
I won’t tempt you with an opinion poll.
No one really cares whether you
Prefer a bap, bun, or roll.
I’m not desperate for engagement.
I don’t need to make up incendiary news.
The world is shocking enough
Without provoking more spectacular views.
I might like a little acknowledgement,
But I won’t try to make you cry.
Even if that video of puppies suffering
Might make my followers multiply.
No one liked my latest picture,
And I wonder why no one’s engaged?
If I can’t get validation,
I might become enraged.
I don’t want to drive engagement
But I want the adoration of millions,
So I ask what’s on your mind lately,
Because I’m a slave to the algorithm.