Delete Tommi (seksipommi) from Biitsi 2025 😎🏐💥 playlist

An Earnest Petition for the Removal of “Tommi (Seksipommi)” from the Biitsi 2025 😎🏐💥

Dear Esteemed Curators, Fellow Listeners, and Survivors of Track Eight,

There comes a moment in every civilized society when a line must be drawn—not in anger, nor in haste, but in quiet, solemn resolve. Today, I write to you from the smouldering wreckage of that line.

I speak, of course, of Tommi (Seksipommi).”

What began as a casual scroll through an otherwise balanced and carefully cultivated playlist became, without warning or mercy, a sonic ambush. One minute, one is nodding gently to tasteful ambience; the next, one is knee-deep in what sounds like the contractual obligation of a studio session: sterile, mechanical, and as emotionally resonant as a blinking cursor.

This is not a matter of taste. This is a matter of public safety.

I will not deny the cultural footprint of Tommi (Seksipommi)”it exists. Like a stain on an otherwise pristine linen shirt, or like the one corner of a house where you cannot explain the smell, yet you all agree not to go near it.

This is not a song that stumbles. It coasts. It leans heavily on the false promise that volume, repetition, and a buzzword or two can substitute for intention. The lyrics stretch as far as they must, and no further. The backtrack, polished to a mirror sheen, reflects nothing back.

There is no irony here. No hidden charm to unearth. Just the unmistakable sound of something made quickly, and made loudly, in hopes no one would notice what little is actually there.

This is not a campaign of taste. It is not that I do not prefer it. It is that I recognize it. For what it is. And what it is… should not be here.

There is a time and a place for all things. For some, that time may have been the final hour of a house party long after everyone decent had left. A Bluetooth speaker still playing in an empty kitchen, heard only by a single plastic cup slowly collapsing in the sink—unnoticed, unmissed, and ideally, unheard.

This is not an act of censorship, but an act of mercy—for the song, for the playlist, and for us all.

I ask—no, I implore—you to let this track go. Set it free into the great beyond of forgotten media, where it may join the ranks of ringtones and ad jingles in peaceful obscurity. Let us reclaim this playlist not just for ourselves, but for those who may come after us—unsuspecting, innocent, unprepared.

With respect,
grief,
and ringing in my ears,

Defender of Playlists, Mourner of track Eight
Reluctant Witness to “Tommi (seksipommi)”


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