Players are many, but winners take all,
A few giants dominate, over an army of small.
Everyone has the same books, streams the top 10 charts,
A few hijack even graffiti, like Banksy in the arts.
All may doodle, all may write,
All may cut albums, with lyrics that bite.
Only a few become viral, get entrenched on top,
The inequality grows, despite many official sops.
In the UBI clad future, all can daily produce,
Who will consume all that artwork? It's not hard to deduce.
A few close friends and family, because the local audience is gone,
On a stage that's global, without the spotlight, you are all alone.
I don't write for the masses, or to be the current sensation,
Stirring you, my love, is enough; who needs to be the talk of the nation?
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