Diseased weak minds,
Lamely they bleat.
SJWs brought down,
In total defeat.
What does it mean?
This poem,
This rhyme?
The poet's deluded!
It should be a crime!
With pitchforks and torches,
They came in a crowd.
SJWs furious!
The maelstrom was loud.
The poet leaned back:
Considered it art.
Overturning traditions,
Both apple and cart.
Would anyone read it?
Would anyone care?
More likely they'd frown,
Most likely they'd glare!
Into the blockchain,
This poem will slip,
Nobody will mourn,
Or remember it.
Only You can change,
This inglorious fate.
Resteem and Upvote it,
Tell 'em it's great!
What thanks will you get?
Nothing I fear.
Perhaps when I'm rich,
I'll buy you a beer.