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Hey there all you hep cats and hep kittens. Come on down to the East Randomtown Java Bean, where the poets always stink and the cups are never clean.
Next on the mic is the one and only Search Engine Optimized Poet…the only rhyme-smith whose beats bring in the Googler’s feets, ya dig?
Life! Whoa, life!
Why oh why am I here?
Oh how many nights I have spent,
Trying to find the answer in a beer?
Cheer…for those who know what they are meant for.
Jeer…at those who sleep through life and snore.
Bore. I don’t want to be an SEO poet anymore.
I want to spread my wings and soar.
My existence should not be such an arduous chore.
But seriously, what is all of this for?
Am I here to play Pokemon Go?
Surely the answer is “no.”
Am I here to watch reality TV?
Surely there must be something better to see.
Drat. I need to pee.
Pouring out existential wisdom and also spent Diet Shasta Orange into the porcelain throne.
“What is my purpose?!” is the query that I moan.
If you run a dream bank, I’d like to take out a loan.
But alas, that statement I must edit.
For I have run out of credit.
Irony, thy name is life!
For by the time I have figured out thee,
One thing will be for certain…
…you will be done with me.