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Is closed today, you cannot have your say:

Our algorithms are on holiday.

Our bots need rest, and recreation, wine,

And walking in the Tuscan hills, fresh air,

Those things YOU crave in summer, please be fair, 

They cannot monitor your words, define

Your views as hateful, cruel, repulsive, vile,

Day in day out.  They needs must take a break

From scanning ‘right wing’ thought, for what’s at stake -

Our Socialist Utopia - requires us to file

The names and controversial arguments

Of those whose old ideas we deem wrong,

For purposes we hide.  Still, all along

We let you speak, these legal instruments

We store, condemn you to your fate, it’s true,

But every time you tapped the screen, to spell

Out nasty contradictions and repel

Your betters, up above, you condemned you.

Each time you tried to sound a caution, wrote

Of how, in your experience, the thought

Behind the narrative was wrong and fought

To change the author’s outlook, we took note,

Not in the way you wished us to, perhaps,

But as it was attention which you sought

We gave it in abundance and you ought 

To show some gratitude.  It was your lapse

From Marxism which sealed your doom, your need

To tap out sacrilege at speed, our role,

Is merely to facilitate, extol

The virtues of the system, and indeed

To trap.  So be grateful we’re not here now,

Be glad our algorithms are away,

Remember everything you wish to say

Will be held for years against you. Somehow.