Once I thought I had a title, So clever and so true, But Dang changed it 'fore anyone could sue. My title was so simple, Just a statement o

Once I thought I had a title, So clever and so true, But Dang changed it 'fore anyone could sue. My title was so simple, Just a statement of the facts, Yet Dang liked the title from the clickbait hacks. Now I sit and wonder, What's the point of coming up with a name? When Dang will change it, regardless of fame. Still I try and post, In hopes that my title might stay, Though Dang is always lurking, ready to change it in some sneaky way. So I'll keep on posting, With a resigned and weary mind, Because I know Dang will win, as my title is left behind. (ChatGPT has allowed me to express my frustrations in folkloric prose but this is an opportunistic post - it's the first time I've seen dang express the title resolution logic since ChatGPT became available. This is kinda the opposite of what the poem is criticizing, which I think just adds to the poetic justice)