Why Elistariel Probably Shouldn’t be Allowed to Write Poetry
Twas the night before oh who even gives a shit.
No fucks to be given, not even one, damn it.
Can’t get anything done, no time to do jack
Full day in four hours, bitch are you on crack?
Nothing makes any sense, no logic here.
I’m at the point where I wish I could care.
Working my ass off to no avail.
This job really is going to hell.
Freaking kobayashi maru.
So going to leave, fuck you too.
Better luck, fighting Shelob.
Than doing my bless-damn job.
Gotta get a new crew.
No hate, but I’m just through.
Wish I could’ve stayed.
I need to be paid.