Come On Eileen.

"Poor old Johnny Ray.

Sounded sad upon the radio.

Moved a million hearts on mono."

Welp. Star’s dead nor alive.

Now I wonder if I should get going too.

The internet is up in flames.

Why am I doing some poetry shit?

Ahem, Star Drill is gonna get permanently banned if he gets another strike. This site is going to shit in a two foot bucket, and now I wonder if I should go too. But I don’t wanna leave, I like it here. I’m just scared if I leave the best things will just fly by without me. So I’m going to try to stay.

I’ll try better to make bots, I’m just busy. I’ll do better.