Ugh!!
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Poor Unfortunate Soles
Part of Whose Words?
Ursula:
Oh, my dear, what a sparkling little song you've crafted! So many words, so many hopes-yet, so little power. You see, everyone wants their voice to be heard, but few understand the price. You bring me credits, links, and original songs-how quaint! But in my world, every word, every syllable, comes with a toll.
Ariel (singing):
Look at this chat, isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my opinions complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl-
The girl who has something to say?
Look at this thread, treasures untold,
How many comments can one platform hold?
Looking around here you'd think,
"Sure, she's got everything…"
I've got hot takes and hashtags a-plenty,
I've got memes and emojis galore,
You want witty retorts?
I got twenty!
But who cares?
No big deal...
They're ignored.
Ursula:
Ah, but that's the rub, isn't it? You want to be seen, to be heard, to be felt. Yet, the world buries your words in silence and spam, in endless streams where no one listens. You want to break free, to scream your truth. But freedom, my dear, always demands a price.
Ariel (singing):
I wanna be where my words get heard,
I wanna see, wanna see them trending,
Scrolling around on those-what do you call 'em?
Feeds!
Typing your thoughts, you don't get too far,
Silence and spam are required for hiding,
Burying data in-what's that word again?
Streams!
Up where they chat, up where they joke,
Up where they laugh all day in the open,
Wandering free-wish I could be,
Part of my words.
Ursula:
You see, child, I don't want your voice-I want your failure. Your voice is a weapon, but without power, it's just noise. When you falter, when you lose your words, that's when I rise. And when you come knocking, desperate for a deal-you'll find me waiting, ready to make your silence permanent.
Ariel (singing):
My lawsuit list gets longer each day,
What is this "friends" thing everyone keeps mentioning anyway?
What would I give if I could live,
Where my voice wasn't muffled?
What would I pay to get a say,
That's not lost in the shuffle?
Betcha on land, they understand,
That data is meant for sharing,
Bright young women, sick of swimmin',
Ready to speak!
And ready to shout what the world's about,
Ask 'em my questions and get some reactions,
What's a retweet and why does it-what's the word?-sink?
When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love,
Love to explore the world of the spoken?
Out of the stream, wish I could scream,
Part of my words!
Ursula (smiling slyly):
Ah, the dreams of the hopeful. But remember, dear, life's full of tough choices. And sometimes, the price of being heard is far greater than you ever imagined.
Disney no need to sue-I'm just a copyright dude.
Official Walt Disney website: https://thewaltdisneycompany.com
Look at this chat, isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my opinions complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl-
The girl who has something to say?
Look at this thread, treasures untold,
How many comments can one platform hold?
Looking around here you'd think,
"Sure, she's got everything…"
I've got hot takes and hashtags a-plenty,
I've got memes and emojis galore,
You want witty retorts?
I got twenty!
But who cares?
No big deal...
They're ignored.
I wanna be where my words get heard,
I wanna see, wanna see them trending,
Scrolling around on those-what do you call 'em?
Feeds!
Typing your thoughts, you don't get too far,
Silence and spam are required for hiding,
Burying data in-what's that word again?
Streams!
Up where they chat, up where they joke,
Up where they laugh all day in the open,
Wandering free-wish I could be,
Part of my words.
My lawsuit list gets longer each day,
What is this "friends" thing everyone keeps mentioning anyway?
What would I give if I could live,
Where my voice wasn't muffled?
What would I pay to get a say,
That's not lost in the shuffle?
Betcha on land, they understand,
That data is meant for sharing,
Bright young women, sick of swimmin',
Ready to speak!
And ready to shout what the world's about,
Ask 'em my questions and get some reactions,
What's a retweet and why does it-what's the word?-sink?
When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love,
Love to explore the world of the spoken?
Out of the stream, wish I could scream,
Part of my words!