"Oh thank you!" He cried, his eyes lit up with delight,
As the computer screen flickered, and yielded a beautiful sight.
The recipients couldn't hear though, what it all meant to him,
Followings, likings, comments, well it was too much to take in,
So, to write a poem was the only way to go,
To thank all the people,
For bringing their standards so low.

Bring it on,
A thing I've never been,
Walking,
Thinking,
Breaking,
Drinking,
In a flat, only seen.
Bring on the days,
I can call on friends,
Hurting,
Laughing,
Crying.
Drinking,
To open this heart to them.
Help me out, new flat of mine,
Help me not to be a swine.
Though,
I cannot know what you'll make of me,
Between I and thee,
I'd love to be,
A buzzing.
Cockroach.