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Click Bait

A poem about gettin called out by a click bait quiz

By Amanda FrederickPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

I clicked on a link to a quiz that promised to tell me the “Archetype of Your Soul”

1. Skeptic—A person who doubts beliefs and claims presented as accepted by others.

I clicked it anyway, with a frown carved deeply against hardened skin. Whittled into the wood of my face with expert hands of apprehension

I clicked past the first three questions with answers ready at my fingertips

2. Skeptic—Someone undecided as to what is true.

I stared at the fourth question, with heavy brows raised by weighted expectations. Held high upon my forehead with taped together crises

My fingertips itched to click an answer I knew was untrue

I clicked it anyway.

3. Skeptic—A type of agnostic.

I stared at the fifth question, with a stomach full of knots. Twisted together by a crumbling ego and an inner voice screaming “address me”

My mind demanding to disregard the need to know my archetype and not click “next question”

I clicked it anyway.

4. Skeptic—Requiring strong evidence before accepting a belief or claim.

I stared at the results, with a soul that knew the assessment to be true. With an inner bark of laughter that echoed like a Rottweiler in the night

The bubbling fear of reading it—spelled out in print—next to an ad that promised to be the “next best Keto supplement”

Evidence received.

I clicked “next quiz”

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Amanda Frederick

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