You ain't worth it, yuh stank.
Your writing ain't good, your emotions are blank.
Commaful doesn't love you like the others.
Anxiety rising, you're a role not worth reprising.
A continuous loop of cold soup. That's your writing.
Same old problems and same boring text.
Before even saying a word, the commaful gods have said next!
What's up? What's going on here?! How do I make commaful love me? Things aren't very clear.
Maybe my writing is weak, and my words are lame.
Should I blame others? Or maybe I'm the one to blame.
Nothing is real, it doesn't matter how I feel.
Goodbye commaful, I'm rolling back down the hill.