Enshittification (Word of the Year)

[Verse 1]
Well, here’s something funny, Boo,
Funny ’cause, well, well, it’s true.
Lean in close, pay attention,
Say it slow: enshittification.

Roll it round, enshittification,
Six-bit curse of our generation.
Ass-roots creeping under the floor,
Smile real sweet while the shits want more.

I read it glowing on my phone,
Little lies in a monotone.
Truth smells funny, wildly bent,
Glittering rot in algorithm’s scent.
Small blue balls and black holes trends,
A fairy tales that never ends.

[Chorus]
It’s enshittification, darling, sway and sigh,
It’s enshittification, wink as it slides by.
Sugar on the tongue, turn up the sound,
Twerk your hips while the systems break down.
It’s enshittification, say it slow, say it sweet,
Pretty little nightmare with a deadpan beat.

[Verse 2]
Last year’s word was gaslighting, boo,
Same old poo on a newer loo.
Funny how the buzzwords breed,
Snake eats tail, never be freed.
Conspicuous, ominous charm,
Glossy language, petty harm.

Next year’s word? Spin the wheel,
Tech-bro mystics selling “real.”
But(t) I vote “no” to TWATocracies,
Cosplay kings and autocracies,
Tiny flags and bloody tags,
Red tape lingerie in rags.

[Chorus]
It’s enshittification, rhyme it with manipulation,
Cabaret corruption in a sponsored simulation.
Laugh-track lies with a velvet glove,
As enshittification calls it “love.”

[Bridge]
Say it once…
Say it twice…
Say it like you paid the price…

[Spoken Word]
It’s all there, murals on the walls,
Lipstick prophecies, bathroom scrawls.
Year after year, the language sheds,
But enshittification tucks us into bed.
Sociology, sweetheart, keep the score…
History hums, then asks for more.

[Final Chorus]
It’s enshittification, the art of greed in lace,
A dirty little word with a powdered face.
Six soft syllables, kiss of decay,
Hum it gently as it eats the day.
It’s enshittification, darling, clap on beat,
End-of-the-world cabaret, take a seat.

[Outro]
So here’s something funny, Boo,
Funny ’cause it’s dreadfully true.
enshittification, spin it around,
Word of the year in a funeral gown.
Prophetic linguistics, burlesque politics,
Dubbed-out lullaby for the apocalypse.