An endless flow of posts tonight;
its riverbed is on our site.
Fat persons Friday seems to shame,
while other posts but feed the flame
which must engulf that crazy Tumblr.
I cannot bear this any longer
for reasons I'll forthwith discuss.
All in all, what is it to us
if a few cunts decide to pledge
that freedom shan't put one on edge,
and that to say a certain word
can "trigger" dread and bring discord?
I came to learn that such a thought
can make me wince, but it cannot
defeat the holy, neutral ties
that bind together mankind's cries.
All lives are misery and tears,
and teens on Tumblr, it appears,
have slowly been discovering this.
They will all sob, and yell, and hiss,
yet will then grow and learn for once
that they gave life but one quick glance.
See, none of us are here alone
and each of us tries to atone
for all the pains within this life--
a war, a wound, a social strife,
foul guilt and shame, and ignorance--
despite all these, we give a chance
to this cold world. We want to live.
That is the essence, I believe.
When I was but a little kid,
I climbed a well. It had a lid
which broke under my feet. I fell
into abyss, cold water's cell.
I felt around. No rope, no stairs.
True freedom is that nothing cares.
I understand this now that time
has done its crooked course. Nor rhyme,
nor reason do time's feet maintain
and it will not young minds detain.
But with new eyes they will detest
and flee as though it were a pest
the stubborn pleas and childish rants
of Tumblr's new age's hellish chants.
The wheel must turn; the crazies stay,
and life goes on all night and day.
I'll summarize this essay thus:
What is truly all this to us?