Its time we go to fizz

Once we lived in scrolls of spite,
GreekRank pages lit at night—
Anonymous claws, each post a spark,
Fueling gossip in the dark.

Screenshots flew, the rumors spread,
“Heard she’s dating him instead.”
Comment threads, a digital fight,
Every name a secret bite.

Then came whispers, soft but clear,
“There’s a new app—no drama here.”
Fizz arose, a buzzing dawn,
A fresher feed to scroll upon.

Chapters shifting, herd in flow,
Deleting links from years ago.
Bio blank, accounts erased,
A cleaner space, a safer place.

Now tea still spills, but it feels more kind,
Confessions free, no names to bind.
GreekRank fades, a ghostly site,
Fizz is booming every night.

From petty posts to playful lore—
We’ve crossed the line, can’t go back anymore.
The Great Migration, swift and sweet—
From toxic heat to Fizz’s beat.

So raise your phone, let’s make it known:
The rank is dead, the Fizz has grown.
A campus chorus, young and bold—
The new age whispers—GreekRank’s old.