Now look at all the people posting here
Who, without shame, write words and often care
About the other words and some cold beer
They do not like but still drink on their fare.

The fare is arduous in nature when
You care too much about the mean replies
Which, if you can't ignore them even then,
Make your life hell, and this to you applies.

But if you try to write in peace at all
Don't bother with the scary anons' scorn;
As butterflies don't live in some new mall
The scorning anon watches too much porn.

Pity me then, if I can't have some fun
Without much care, like looking at the sun.