Words, Words full of paint
Little from mouths of saints
A lot of them, a lot of lame
Few can paint them to fame
Words, Words full of paint
Their life certain, meaning curtains
Little forms a gold mountain
Largest forms a trash fountain
Generated words ~ sound dead
Spoken words ~ like letter birds
Polity words ~ spoken crap
Musician words ~ a melody map
Words, Words unfathomable on the web
Spidey spun ~ these confusing fab
So full of crap, yet knowledgeable tap
Little I found with no trap
Tools breed out these words
Humans need them for consolance, oh my word
Weirdos churn, these nerds herd
Little of it matters, oh little bird
Data 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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