Does nobody know what a poem is?
Jerkface,
You've been here since two-thousand nine,
So you should know by now,
That all we know is how to whine,
And type stuff up like "wow."
Do not expect that we know that,
As our brains are too small,
As we sit down and slowly chat,
In text that makes a wall.
In common meter, meaning this can be sung to
these tunes.
