Lyrics
The internet's a lawless bazaar, dealers, divas, trolls at par.
Yet somewhere in the bureaucratic haze a little section winks, unfazed.
230, the statute that lets a website host your rant
Without assuming guilt for each complaint or slant.
If your typed art goes down, and a rumor finds a stage,
It's not the platform's fault, you're liable's self-engaged.
Moderators dance with power and peril,
(What's underneath the barrel?)
Can prune, can promise, can hunt or imperil.
Policing speech with kid gloves or machete,
Yet shielded from suits, both the fair and the petty
Section 230
Congress confused by all the bytes, tried to get immunity right.
Blame not what's posted, nor how it's displayed, just shrug,
'we're not liable, sorry you feel betrayed'.
So comments swirl and tempers wear worn
a world of confusion, delusion, contusions, and porn
But ponder, dear reader, with eyebrows askew
with justice adjusted, does fairness come through?
A paradox spins beneath the online drama,
Free speech or free chaos, pick one
Add three commas.
Section 230
Say it wrong, say it dirty