An Ode to Steemit Posting

Have you ever had a posting
That reached a hundred likes?
While waiting quite impatiently
The refresh key you strike.

Your post is but a minute old,
But you sit there and stare.
You know the whales must be watching,
You're fishing for their ware.

Two cents, ten cents, A dollar, Huzzah!
Then nothing, not even views now
Has your post hit its highest peak?
Defeat you won't allow.

You bomb the chats, and discord too!
To all you spread the word.
This post of mine it must be great!
I know it's not a turd.

But as time creeps, you're up too late,
Your day is at an end.
You slink and sulk in to your room,
And crash upon your bed.

With restless feet you toss and turn,
Check your phone one last time.
Still no views or comments are found,
And you've exhausted all replies.

You drift asleep, heart in disdain,
Your dream the trending page.
Mountains of crypto piled high,
Goodbye minimum wage.

Awake at last as alarms ring,
Your morning has begun.
Eyes still foggy and vision blurred,
Your phone reflects the sun.

And yet, still nothing, now enraged,
Your curse the steemit gods!
While other posts, not half as good,
Become new frontpage stars.

This will not stand, you must refute!
Proclaim your rightful place!
Keyboard hot with fingers a blur,
Typing with hateful haste.

Nothing is fair! It's all porn's fault,
The whales must circle jerk.
The system's rigged, those little shits,
The dolphins only lurk!

You snarl and write, an exposée!
Will put them in their place,
To hell with your reputation,
You'll give them ALL a taste!

No more sourcing your images!
The war has just begun!
But just before you hit submit
You check again, and one.

One huge upvote! From @randowhale!
Max of fifty percent!
A like, a follow, fifteen bucks!
@winstonwolfe 's SD spent!

Notifications in chrome abound,
Replies are coming in.
@giftedgaia says "Hey there man,
This post's surely a win".

Back in the editor a draft
A post dripping with sin
Right-click, select, highlight it all
Delete it for the win.

You've better posts, you're not the one,
To spout out drama things.
There's DIYs and StoryTrax,
Just waiting in the wings.

So off to work, you have to go,
Can't yet quit your day job.
Your morals are intact at least,
You're not a steemit snob.

You'll post again and sometime soon,
About something you love.
And follow those whose things you like
And work to rise above.

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