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This is the invention of our lives
Don't trust it with 7 guys
It's sick (sic: 6)

When you opt into their icon
You enter their Panopticon
They chain you down, and watch you drown
In their selection of content

#NoRealInnovation
Behind their talk of liberation
They love to share
Except their shares
Maybe we should liberate them

I'm hardly a socialist
But a SOCIAL is
Technology for society (duhh)
We created
It should be

Ours
But we spend hours
Descending their never-ending feeds
Recommended buys, not owning what should be
Ours

We've known for
Our last decade what a Citizen's for
In the eyes of The Law
Ed showed and
Yet we show 'em more
Except maybe FirstWeek
Flip

Phoney utopian buzzwords
Just hurt
Your RoBlockchAIn 3.
Won't change the human condish

Only technology
That serves us, chronologically
Respects our vulnerabilities
Could it exist?

Here's the good news: yes
R S S
It's the best
Hear my pitch:

It's Really Simple Syndication
Here's a musical explanation:
I post a verse
And it's the bud in your ear

This song's a feed you've subscribed
To receive line-by-
Line
Right at the time
When it hits

(Listen)
You've got the power to decide
To skip/unsubscribe
But stick around I'd advise
The next part is (TODO query apostrophe lit

To Creator fame? Don't username
URL - own your domain!
It's a miracle
We can be heroes if
We make it

Ours
It could be ours

Our Real Simple sinless feeds
Our RSS, or more simply just
OURSS.
Our

Links to old friends we hold dear
New music we'd love to hear
We don't need oil-e-companies
To run this:
Everybody join me on

OURSS.SOCIAL
OURSS. For now it's
OURSS. Not SOCIAL's
OURSS.

"A crucial question of our time:
Why have we become technological gods
and..."