I just can't leave well enough alone. I don't want all my HIVE posts to be STEEM-related, but that doesn't mean I have to give up. So I flexed my meagre poetic musclepower and wrote up a few experimental pieces.
Steemy Haiku
Tyrant Justin Sun
Blames everyone but himself
For consequences
Steemy Limerick
There once was a Chinese investor,
Bought Steemit and tried to molest her.
The witnesses fought,
But shares he had bought,
Inflicted a wound that would fester.
Steemy Sonnet
Shall I compare STEEM to a desert noon?
Thy Sun is neither just nor moderate.
He promised STEEM growth to the moon,
But drove off those who innovate;
Sometime too hot the eye of Justin shines,
And rarely is his anger with us dimm'd;
Dissenting posts his censor script declines,
While we demand our feeds untrimm'd;
But thy eternal blockchain shall not fade,
Nor lose possession by the righteous host,
'Twixt STEEM and HIVE the public weighed,
And chose the one with virtue most.
So long as we can breathe or eyes can see,
You can't control blockchain technology.
(Apologies to William Shakespeare for this butchery of Sonnet 18)
Steemy Free Verse
I joined STEEM in ignorance,
Learning as I went.
I am a minnow, I swim free!
My daily posting goals were mine alone,
As were the rewards.
I achieved dolphinhood without bid bots.
I fought spam and abuse,
I curated manually,
And sought community growth.
Things were starting to turn around.
But then, Ned sold out.
The witnesses may have erred,
but their fears were realized.
Justin Sun staged his coup.
The community was overruled,
The ninja-mined stake abused.
New code.
New terms.
Submit or die.
And that is why HIVE was born.
Will I be censored, too?
Not yet, but maybe soon.
Still, I cannot stand silent.
I also hastily created some art to go with the last piece using this source image and the classic STEEM logo. Feel free to use it, modify it, whatever.
Addendum: Steemy Quatrain
Justin Sun has become disingenuous, more,
As the time passes by, he reveals at his core,
Petty grudges and hate behind every deed,
While his cold machinations are driven by greed.
Times of great inspirations!
It is catchy
Which most?