Just assume now;
I’ll be shadowbanned.
Across every single platform,
Or social media trite tripe.
Too radical,
Despite my achievements –
Hidden like video games,
Until unlocked.
Similar;
Folks have to already know me,
To google me.
Dead Art Forms,
Useless records.
Operating in isolation,
Forever.
Some Asshole Commented On The Rough Draft Of This Poem To Tell Me I Was Annoying.
