When alone

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.


i vote edge for next mod.