The Dab

"Dabbing in the Meadow": A Poem

lightly, softly, gently
i've found myself dabbing
truly, everyone tells me,
"at least it's not stabbing"
typing in all lower case
is aesthetically pleasing
we all eventually die
but for now, we are sneezing
into our elbows, we nod
delicate, mystical gleams
am i a good poet yet?
send me some spicy dank memes