Ode to Apex
Where has he gone, our feisty old friend?
Does this the future, for all us portend?
The powers that be, hath struck us again.
Removing the presence, of our caffeined out friend.
The reason we're sure, was quite certainly lame.
Oh so many others, have done just the same.
Though truth be it told, far worse there exist.
Spreading their lies, with a many fold twist.
Scamming the savings, of hard working folk.
Later on laughing, as though t'were a joke.
Tis it safer to be, a crook in disguise?
A rogue in sheep's clothing, a-tellin' those lies?
Me thinks to myself, the answer I know.
The money it comes, from posts that do flow,
From keyboards a flappin', of hypsters so low,
That under snakes' bellies, they easily go.
Brassy and bold, the scamsters they be.
Second they come, to vulgarity.
Vulgarity reigns, the king of the crimes.
Veiled thinly or not, or between the lines.
Words of frustration,as common as dirt,
When it's all over, just who do they hurt?
Some things might be better, perhaps left unsaid,
But without their money, folks cannot buy bread.
The question remains, for all yet to see.
Just who will be next, be it you or be me?
Best, Savant
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