Dear 1-Clap-And-No-Reads Runner On 14 of my Stories @ 20:09 Tonight
Dear Ravi (you lazy, lazy pillock)
I’m a post a screenshot
so you’re shit out
of luck.
I will hide your surname
(you unwashed troll)
I’m a nice guy like that,
and that’s how we roll.
Do you know
just what you achieved?
Let me just say
(you preputial weed):
you made me write poetry
(you feckless asshat)
to feed NaPoWriMo,
So, yeah, thanks for that.
But it’s bad, Ravi — bad!
I’m too mad to compose
you effed up my mojo
(you tonsiloid rose)
But more — no, more,
no, much more than that,
you cocked up my read-view ratio,
(you prat).
You effed my earnings
right up the crack
out of the blue and
into the black.
Dear Ravi, you half-cooked
breast-brained runt,
why didn’t you answer my
locked message rant?
Are you some kind of psycho?
Do you torture your cat?
And what would your momma
say about that?
