Fold to the mold
Conform to the norm

The formula is the worm you love

Pen something easy to grasp
Quick to understand

Easily digestible
Clear and concise

Don’t **** for second looks
Or wide interpretations

Keep that stuff for real books
And your thoughts in separation

We want old platitudes
Depressing tones of adolescent years
With about as much true depth as Azov

Keep it under 25 words
No one wants to read more than that these days
Your rabbit hole is full of two-thirds
It’s missing everything they want you to say

But if you give it a go
Without the limits understood
Maybe you’ll forgive my no’s
And make something YOU would