Thee Influencer's Dilemma

When folk had laughed at my foolish biz,
My hashtagged life of toil it is,
Different folkes diversely said,
To corporate masters you must give headde.

Because I am strongge of Insta’s craft,
I built myself a stout big raft,
With mightye pictures in my postes,
That were mocked by fools as shallow boastes.

For follows large I pined for longly,
Bengal troll farmes replied Me strongly!
Ten thousande likes sprung from that spring raine,
Silver left my purse with muche greate paine.

If you kneweth History then You’d Understande,
The fearsome logge I holde in my hande,
Forget that Once Was I when I got Chickked
Remember what I’ve done for Sportte, and Shitte.

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And thus concludes today's reading. For an elder prose version, read this.