roses are red, violets are blue
parody has all been run through
I feel cold and internet porn is my blanket
told irony is dead, but I'm not anemic yet
owls and bears swarm around me
dirty as they may yet be.
Drug lords like Chapo are still on the net
now we have six sides, so far beyond that set
dullards may not recognize my brilliance
but you nerds cannot make consilience
my words are so noble and true
while thy beanis is feeble and through