I'm using this site as a dating app. So far 0 mousy girls have messaged me. Not giving up until I make that at least a 1.
When the Low Mods Rise
Postelaire
When the heavy moderation weighs like a
lid on my spirit, yearning to post
And when the modlog stretches to the horizon,
sadly removing more comments than any sad silence,
When the replies stretch down as prison bars,
And new alts are created, hurting their timid pride
And bitterness behind the signup self-flagellation
And the dripping digital gulag walls...
When the rain of notifications streak down,
A silent swarm of removed come to weave
into the site their smug callout threads
Then suddenly the Admin pins a post.
Casting their hideous new rules to the front page--
Like wailing wraiths shrieking "problematic!" across the site
With woke posts upbeared high.
My account is banned as slow processions of accusations
And misinfo pierce my soul
My defeated account bursts into
Long chains of locked threads stretch endlessly...
And the woke tyrant, IDPOL,
plants neo-pronouns on my abandoned account
TurboGrafx-16, HaruhiSuzumiya, and like a bunch more I forgot myself. Oh, EcoStalinism.