The feels hit me every night.
Sitting there, lit by computer light.
Trying to understand what these fools mean,
Their meaningless words fly by on my computer screen.
Oh, it makes me want to scream!

I dig and dig and dig some more,
I scroll through so much shit it makes my wrists sore.
However, my daily toil is not in vain,
All this scrolling, all this pain.
The internet has provided,
Something tha I long for strided.
Finally, some good content was made!
It was like it was my birthday.
And my dark feels turned to day.
But, I wouldn't have it any other way