I wanted to wax lyrical, about the trials of triond life

The  fans, the friends, the lack of views, the never-ending strife

You post like mad and write like fury, yet you barely move

Posts and views so slow you feel you can’t get in the groove

Why you ask, in sheer frustration, can I not break the curse

Of viewers snubbing what I post, or something even worse.

The comment saying load of crap, at least my words got read

So I feel perverse encouragement, my talent isn’t dead

We struggle every single day to find the magic words

That send posts viral, views a climbing up among the birds

But truth be told it never does quite reach such dizzy height

A hundred views sending us quite giddy with delight

If we want more money, if we want to be noticed more

Then simply posting on triond will never push up your score

You have to let the web world know that you have things to say

Social networks, post those damn links every single day.

There is no magic message about the ways in which you might succeed

Submitting content to the site, hoping to fulfill the viewers need

But be aware that they are fickle, and too much time can be spent

Bemoaning the failings of the site, in that old triond lament.