POEM / “Nightmare On Steem Street” / PART #1
Nightmare On Steem Street: Part 1
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Money, Money, That's all that he knows,
Steem, the place of dreams, many filled with hope.
Quality after Quality, Is he a slave?
Post after post, oh when will it pay!
Nightmares sneak onto his Steem,
Just registered, two days later, accepted it seems,
Oh what a dream, Now he’s going to post,
Poetry? Writing News? the places he’ll grow,
The Blood rushes throughout his head,
As The redness drips onto his stories
He fights, as he writes quality threads.
The time, oh the time,
That He spends on this site,
He writes more and more, but his reputation, it just won’t bite.
Streams of teardrops start to flow through his veins,
As he gets one view, on everything he campaigns,
“Why won’t they read? Please tell me now,
Everything that I release, oh lord I’m proud!
Please just read, maybe even the heading!
I just want more money, so upvote and GIVE me trending!”
He’s still consumed,
Writing all night from midnight to noon,
He messages everybody to please checkout his stuff,
But when they get to his page, they just say it sucks!
Oh how doomed, as the red-scars wrap around his hands,
He starts yelling, banging on his pants,
A Hundred heart-beats explode on his chest,
He whimpers, “I just wanted to become,
The best”
As angry as he is,
He starts to have hallucinations of glory,
The man in the mirror whispers, “just one more story”
Lip tight, fingers flexed, he writes without breathe,
The man in the mirror whispers one after the next,
Words start to flow, similes start to resurrect,
His eyes turn bloodshot red, as the words
Combust into thread,
The man in the mirror laughs, “yes you will be rich!
Now end it with this!”
He hands him a word, the man knows
He should not compose,
But he thinks about the resteems, the comments, the upvotes,
So he gulps the blood down, and lets his soul go,
And that's when he finally hit,
post.
Money, Money, That's all that he knows,
Steem, the place of dreams, many filled with hope.
Quality after Quality, Is he a slave?
Post after post, oh when will it pay!
-- Ben (HelpingOthers)
7/10/2017
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(It was actually pretty fun to make, had alot of ideas for it xd)
Good writting bud, you know im into the dark stuff so right to it like a magnet for me... it will pay in a way that that one will never have any say...
Thanks man ! :) love writing the dark stuff beacuse it's very therapeutic for me.