Q, oh Q
You're too good to be true
Your cryptic crumbs
with no outcomes
are turning anons blue
Q, oh Q
what path should we pursue?
[Wednesday]'s gone
we feel led on
some doubt that you'll come through
You have no reason to believe that I wasn't a shitty poet before hand
They would have strapped us down and tortured us until we uttered:
"two plus two equals five"