In a rare moment of creativity my brain unloaded this unto the world, thought I’d share:
Shall I compare thee to a bi’roids grin?
Thou art more useful and illuminate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of Jin,
And Weyland’s lease hath all too short a fate.
Sometime too hot the eye of maker sweeps,
But often is his wild Indexing appeased;
And every Crim from time to time plays cheap,
By chance, or Noise’s trashing course, unleashed;
But thy eternal awesome shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that draw thou ow’st,
Nor shall discard brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines our R&D shall grow’st.
So long as hacks can run and cards get drawn
So long I play thee and see a new dawn
