I wanna be a YouTuber

I wanna be a YouTuber
its validation is intoxicating
it’s what everyone wants
and I want it too
I want to fall into it
ass-backwards in a sea of pixel-blue

I’ll invite you
to my prerecorded world
of ring lights and filters
of hot takes taken out of context
interrupted by sponsors
selling shit in tubes to fools
with jump-cuts on youtube

I’ll validate your identity tribe, your views
in exchange for your clicks, likes and subs
I’m pro or anti whatever — your call
doesn’t matter
I’m outraged too, but not really not at all
just enough to make you love me
now login and roll over

for I wouldn’t be here without you
is what I’ll never ever tell you
I’ll have you think it’s the other way around
my dear culture war solider