Once it was a (semi-) honest trade,
Your media could not be played.
But now it’s the hard-left brigade:
“Your media could not be played.”
Confirming what you surely knew:
Conform until they’re sure of you
And you may be deplatformed too
The Screen of Death — of course — is Blue.
But I don’t give a tinker’s damn
If they approve of who I am
Or monitor with hidden cam
Scare me, or bury me in spam
Step on rakes still: we’ll still mock,
I say “Let’s roll!”
I say “Let’s rock!”
Let them ghost-ban, let them block:
Cut my cable, get a shock.