Words, Words full of paint
Little from mouths of saints
A lot of them, a lot of lame
Few can paint them to fameWords, Words full of paint
Their life certain, meaning curtains
Little forms a gold mountain
Largest forms a trash fountainGenerated words ~ sound dead
Spoken words ~ like letter birds
Polity words ~ spoken crap
Musician words ~ a melody mapWords, Words unfathomable on the web
Spidey spun ~ these confusing fab
So full of crap, yet knowledgeable tap
Little I found with no trapTools breed out these words
Humans need them for consolance, oh my word
Weirdos churn, these nerds herd
Little of it matters, oh little birdData is a new fad
It's a mixture, of misinformed crap
It needs a lot of boils
To be a useful oil.
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