It’s Bad On Purpose To Make You Click

As you travel the twists of Twitter As you pass through the Lands of Zuck And the frogs and the pinks overwhelm you with links And the links overwhelmingly suck When the Redditors ask if you’ve read it When the TikTokkers talk and tic Hold this admonition close to your breast: It’s bad on purpose to make you click. No actual person believes it It isn’t a national trend Some loony in Maine with a turd for a brain Said

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As you travel the twists of Twitter As you pass through the Lands of Zuck And the frogs and the pinks overwhelm you with links And the links overwhelmingly suck When the Redditors ask if you’ve read it When the TikTokkers talk and tic Hold this admonition close to your breast: It’s bad on purpose to make you click. No actual person believes it It isn’t a national trend Some loony in Maine with a turd for a brain Said some idiot thing, the end Some intern from Williams or Amherst Wrote all of it up, real slick And now it’s the front page of WaPo But it’s bad on purpose to make you click. Some galaxy-brainer in Brooklyn Says that kids should be thrown in a bog Or that you’ve “revealed your white privilege” If you don’t let them murder your dog Or that liking cats makes you a Nazi Or that reading books makes you a dick Or that sunsets are transphobic It’s bad on purpose to make you click. If you shoot back a twelve-page rebuttal With an indexed list of their lies They’ll laugh like demented hyenas As engagement metrics rise If you even admit their existence Then you’re falling for their trick Let them rot in their lair as you starve them of air It’s bad on purpose to make you click. This invincible mantra will banish All the demons of Mara and Baal When spoken, all troubles vanish When thought, all sorrows fall It’s a sword that cuts through illusion And burns it to the quick Inscribe it upon your forehead: It’s bad on purpose to make you click.