What the mods do when they’re home,
This is the reason we are born.
My poems don’t rhyme
But they could chime.
I don’t know what I’m saying
Only if my job was paying
I smoke cigarettes and drink
then get close to being the brink.
According to my religion
eating a cow is forbidden
so Sad they don’t have emojis for cows
They would have made us vows
I hope to become a financier
Only here and among my peers
I just threw up all the food
I m drunk like a mule
Iv am not who I say I am
If I wasn’t who would I say I am.