The algorithm hates me,
It has a mind of its own.
Creating a hellscape for me,
That only exists on my phone.
Does it truly know my soul?
Show me what I want to see.
Perhaps I hate the algorithm,
Cuz it knows me better than me.

There’s an error in the encryption,
A binary in the code mine.
Zeros and ones full of spite,
A problem in the design.
The choreography is flawed,
Flashing of lights through a prism.
A dancing of digits,
Moving to their own algorithm.

The Algorithm loves me,
I feel the warmth in its glow.
They say it’s just some code,
Yet I truly know.
A connection to a god,
In the palm of our hands.
My “Likes” will get...