As much as I like and admire such gaiety,
from whenceforth in heck comes this wild spontaneity?
Seems you must each one be braver than I
or take things, perhaps, just less graver than I?
You pauselessly dash off such answering wit
or anyhow semi-related shit
as quickly as armies of flies land on worms
or, you know, that sweet goopy corpse stuff that squirms.
Hmmm -- friends, fellow Spherians, let me rephrase:
I come not to bury your words but to praise.
For, seeing you write fast, not gnash teeth or fidget--
I fear you've awakened a sleeping midget.
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