Webcrawler,
dirty up my posts,
you obscene, commercial, landscape
manufacturer. I've never met a man
with as plain taste as you, phenotyped
animal. You make the ocean raging
against the beach boring, poor man.
Webcrawler, would you could,
the internet all cobwebs, I might
adore you more.
However, the 3-D, 4-K landscape
you breathe kills the lil guys in my
lungs that help me to absorb oxygen.
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