Something that has absolutely nothing to do with the blog (turn around now)

We can see it everywhere,

We can feel it in the air

We can watch it reveal and unfurl
It seriously makes me want to hurl

I hear them talking about the matter
But to their their faces they do (not) flatter
And call out with such lovely names
Such as a gamer would use in games.

Then they all cluster together
(I should push them into the ether)
And hold their hands together to cry
A together with no saying goodbye

So I scream irony, sarcasm
And spit words as if my verbal dictionary is having a spasm
Screaming all the while
'The boy who cried wolf,
And the Villagers who heed not his warning'.

And then the narrator
Sits by his corner
Drinking his Vodka and Wine
And he watches and assures himself
'Everything's going to be fine'