You clicked my name, you stormed on through,
To write a comment, boohoo you.
Your fragile ego met its doom,
And now you’re crying in my room.

You type in rage, you scream, you pout,
“I’ll show them up, I’ll call them out!”
But newsflash, champ, here’s something new:
Nobody’s impressed by you.

So drop your hate, or keep it flowing,
Your tears just keep my garden growing.
And when you’re done, please take a seat,
Salt this tasty, can’t be beat.