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Zukenberg asked me,

what’s in your mind?

From there,

he started extracting mines from my head.

I kept posting.

One post.

Then another.

Flooded the whole page with feeds

that never fed a hungry stomach.

Made people scroll like maniacs.

Imagine a cat posting:

meow meow

meow meow

The whole page.

Puss feed.

Cuss feed.

Just…

meow

and meow.

Mew groups.

Mew communities.

When neighbouring dogs became a threat,

the meow groups confessed their feelings.

Zukenberg went mad.

I had nothing to do with it.

I tried to be a little human,

but meow

got more likes,

more comments,

more engagement

than me.

So I masked myself as a cat

and started a meow podcast.

Another meow commented,

“oh… you sound so fake.”

Oh leave it.

I’ll be on YouTube.

I appeared as a smiley guy

doing my poetries.

Someone commented,

“can you write a poem for a woman?

I want to propose on Valentine’s.”

I was like,

yes man,

I was waiting my whole life

to serve you.

Then Instagram asked me

to post pictures.

Some boomerangs

that struck my eyes.

I nearly lost my sight.

Someone DM’d,

“you look so dashing,

my parrot likes you.

maybe you can come on a date

with some seeds.”

Ah no… I’m alright.

I don’t want to be part of the feed.

TikTok got me covered for weeks.

I posted natural stuff.

River sounds.

Birds chirping.

Ocean currents.

Tides.

Waves.

And after some time…

I got swept away

by the feeling

of not getting anywhere

with anything.

Of selling…

and being sold.

It’s good

I exist here.

With a heart of gold.