Why don't you write some poetry, pal?
I once knew a girl named Molly
She was a whore
<that good?>
Excellent.
Yes, excellent, very postmodern in an enticingly minimalist manner. A rejection of third wave feminism, and modern drug culture, it harkens back to a simpler age, when men and women settled down and had families instead of pursuing the banal pleasures of promiscuous sex and the perpetual party that is millennial youth.
The kicker is the last line, asking whether or not it was good in the most abbreviated of terms, deriding a culture based on the neverending feedback of likes and comments, as the artist no longer produces for himself, but rather, for the approval of other, anonymous, individuals, on the internet.
I daresay these are the finest words ever penned by man, woman, or diety.
Would you mind reposting this poem on my sub, ?
I thought so.
Molly did not like it.
But she's a whore, anyway.
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