The world no longer cares about poetry or fax machines
In the dim glow of screens, fingers tap and click A hungry nigger gnawing chicken tendies, his soul amiss Bleep bloooort the fax machine screams to life 🍗Fried chicken beckons with its crispy allure, Grease-stained fingers, a taste so pure. Yet as you feast, heed the warning it brings, For excess indulgence, temptation it sings.
In the realm of games, where hackers cheat for fame, Tweak and fried chicken give the player fuel for the game For the evils of excess, both can ensnare, Leaving your focus divided, caught in a snare.
Balance is key, in pixels and in bites, A gram and a bucket, expensive per night Enjoy your adventures, both virtual and real, But beware the pitfalls that too much can steal.
Dhers Dhers dropping like flies DHers buzzing around, landing in my eye, why oh my another one gone, nobody cried thank heavens for DHers share a trait in common with the common housefly is that they do not live long but they do quickly die
