Psst! Notice anything about my new clothes?
I'm not wearing any. Instead I've clad myself
in the transparent pseudo and utter scam cant
of total Crap Management for the roll-em-in-the-aisles
amusement and lip curling scorn of the masses.
Its simple really - we come up with an utter poo of a design
and our analytics then aim to convince you that it is the best
thing since the Sistine Chapel ceiling, except that instead
you all roll around like beetles, kicking your legs and
alternately holding onto your sides and pointing in our direction.
So that's all right then.
A badly drawn wiggly wubble-you, vaguely limb-like,
represents the busy sex-texting of Wattcrud 'members'
and the mass of ghastly porn Wattcrud actively
thrusts in your face with its 'AI' algae-rhythms.
Er... and some colors. Red is the color of my true love's eyes,
in the morning after the office party.... da da da etc.
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Oh. and the Message hides your vote button, so you'd better close it.
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Potatoes
PoetryHot, Sweet, Saucy, Spicy - always filling/fattening. Donder - vb. To blunder about aimlessly, not knowing what the feck one is at.
