An Ode to the Blue Tick Verification Populous
I.
You may think you are going to change the world,
But the reality is, only the stage has changed,
And here you all are - like puppets entangled in strings,
Strings with a new name,
Only now your strings have become threads,
Nothing has changed, the new game is the same,
Weaving threads of yourself into a tapestry,
A shiny new tapestry designed by others,
And held together with ticks and strings,
There is no magic here,
How easily people forget,
That diversity makes for a rich tapestry…
II.
To understand that ALL the threads of the tapestry are equal,
Equal in value no matter what, who, where, or when,
Just remember this -
Your blue tick symbolism are mere shackles - mere strings,
So, to you dear celebrities, and blue tick wannabes,
You are NOT Gods and Godesses amongst us mere mortals,
Is it worth all this nonsense and illusion?
To catch the last game in town,
Your posts, tweets and threads are ALL the same,
Polishing your tired old act in vain,
You’ve made the Turn -
The merry tune sung, the merry dance done,
All played out - and you haven’t moved on,
You’ve made the Pledge - BUT the world hasn’t changed,
Now look to the ‘Every Person’,
Wondering in obscurity,
Just like me,
I once had strings but now I’m free,
There are no strings on me…
III.
My threads are mine, and mine alone,
So if you really want to change the World,
There is still the final act - the Prestige -
Cut off your strings,
Embrace the worldly voices of the ‘Every Person’,
Every Man, Woman, and Child,
After all, we are ALL only human, aren’t we?
You may scream equality for us,
But your blue status lie remains the same,
So, jump off your pedestal,
Leave your blue tick behind,
Your social currency is left in your wake,
As you fall,
Finally your feet can touch the blessed ground,
Be ready to walk among us ALL,
This is where the real magic happens,
And then and only then,
Will your threads and tapestry - have meaning once again.
- Anon