Can't We All Just Get Along
If you aren't from Baltimore, this won't make a bit of sense. If you are from Baltimore, the same should hold true.
A cloud hung over the local scene,
and some had been adjudged too mean.
Others may have been quite vain,
and now suffered the mortal pain.
Oh, the anguish. Oh, the grief.
This injustice is beyond belief.
Curse the grievous injury,
from those who refrain from "Yay for me!"
Marshal the forces, we must be strong
and swiftly we'll redress this wrong.
In secret we must surely meet,
to plan our archenemy's defeat.
Resolves were firmed and strange alliances made,
To ensure that rivals would be flayed.
Thus, the combatants took the field,
"Give no quarter! Never yield!"
The assaults were merciless and unrelenting,
never was seen more valiant commenting.
Such courage and valor despite the danger,
by angry lesbians, narcissists, and even a park ranger.
When the dust settled and the smoke had cleared,
the results were worse than had been feared.
Although they struggled, battled, and fought,
all their efforts had amounted to naught.
Then, although he often sounds absurd,
the voice of a lone Assclown was heard.
"I don't know how you could all forget,
it's just the fucking internet."