They ***** themselves out to the masses;
where clicks are turned tricks, and interaction occurs
by artificial means. Masses surf
where all seek self-worth, and the ******
double-dip into the streams
of admiration and pity.

The pimps tell them their worth;
whether worthless or the rising sun
that they like to capture.
They scream at their ****** till they cry;
hidden bruises caused by hands, obfuscated
compared to the victim's.
The Land of the Web:
where ****** are their own pimps.