Post (an acrostic poem)

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Putting a piece of yourself out into the digital world

Organizing a public persona that the private one hides behind

Still, some of the private part leaks through the online words and pictures

That’s the good/bad of social media.

Block (an acrostic poem)

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Being on social media can be so draining

Left and right posts about hot takes and hot button issues

Or the unwanted advances of strangers into personal headspaces

Can make you want to flee and hide under an analog rock

Know that there is a button that might help put a stop to that

Click (an acrostic poem)

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Can it be we are a time that the number of likes is a metric of success?

Leaving empty falsehoods and catchy memes the currency of the realm

It is sad that each one of us has to become fact checkers to just exist

Creating a media weariness that affects all of us to one degree or another

Keeping us dreading, yet secretly addicted to, that next mouse ….