In corners of the web where shadows lurk, Where codes are spun and dark designs work, There's a place, they say, where pictures shine, In the database where algorithms intertwine.
It's not for love, for art, or for your view, But the lens of AI, silently accruing you, Anonymity crumbles, privacy breaks, Behind the screen, the silent stalker wakes.
"Post a picture," the demand echoes clear, "Of your dog, it must be near, And personal, the picture must be yours," But beneath it all, a dark purpose roars.
A portal into lives, intimate and real, Feeding the machine, teaching it to feel, Each image, a piece in the grand profile, Against the public, a scheme most vile.
Creepiness blooms, when an algorithm learns, A puppy in the photo, yet it discerns, "Is this truly yours?" it queries cold, Its judgement swift, brazen and bold.
In less than the time it takes to blink, In the binary abyss, our identities sink, Yet many don't realize, oblivious still, To the data miner's tireless, voracious drill.
Oh Reddit, oh Reddit, where do you stand? In the name of progress or a dystopian land, Beware, my friends, of what you share, For in the web, nothing is truly fair.
