The Algorithm

 The Algorithm

The algorithm is a beast

Of appetite gazillion

Glutting on an endless feast

Of personal opinion

It chews digests expels a stream

Of consciousness (depleted)

And everyone receives a meme

Updated or retweeted

Sometimes I fall to pondering

If I should leave the centre

Set myself to wandering

Where enemies would enter

There would be rejection

Unacceptance by the whole

No mirror hall reflection

I’d be deemed to be a troll

But what if I pretend instead

To be in full agreement

Contradict what’s in my head

In favour of appeasement

The algorithm then would change

And following this new lead

Would defecate a different range

Of memes on my newsfeed

The point I’m trying to convey

Is all that’s being written

Goes the algorithm’s way

And everyone gets bitten

We may be individuals

With different points of view

But words being mere victuals

Who is feeding who?