Perhaps words such as mine are two sharp
Cutting like a blade, piercing the heart
Though, I do no complain
Without such idiots speaking, I am still sane.

Now come, writers of works
Show me your writing quirks
Then finish the end with a dot
And I'll judge if a reply is needed or not!

Silence bores me
How can that be?
With no one replying
What is left to see?

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Sarapin, in the year 463 AF.