Miscalibrated Internet Receptor Stalks

Because I can

Poetry Slam!

Help me, O-deck,
You're my only hope!
Throw rhymes around,
and help me cope.
My work hours are icky,
so type something quickly.
Cheer me up, buttercup,

Rules are simple, there are none.

I'll keep up with whatever I can before my lunch break is over, after that I'll hopefully have time tonight to come and see what ya'll have left for me.


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