Oh Great Gods of the Algorithm
I beseech thee
allow my pithy words
to be seen.
Push mine content
onto the scroll
of thy front page.
Do not blacklisteth
mine hard wrought ruminations
on nations, heresy, and culture.
Make thy servant
an online ingenue and celebutante
rich in notoriety and prosperity.
As online so offline.
So mote it be.
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