Click, Tick, Wick and Sick

Like shining stars sparkles a trust with credits Yet often in media they proclaim about their debts Public ought to work out its merits Is there truth at least in tit bits? When their followers photographs do click Their social organization receives approval tick They proclaim about pouring oil on flickering wicks When other applaud, applaud cries, ‘I am sick.’ Their royal band will play When its founder steps on the stage to stay His audience has no other way For authority applauds none saying ‘nay’ Their photographs pictures the most pitiful cry Even you’ll shed tears if you give it a try Between cause and contribution where lies the wry Beware! Else in social oil pan you will fry Applaud its value does lose When with a mask it does pose It knows to whom it ought to give repose Applaud decreases when men doth it propose