As the lamb doth come to the slaughter, in spite of many inklings of foreboding doom,
Since I write like a weaver weaving to feed a daughter, sacrificing health and life at loom,
I am here in this here electronic room, ignoring that I'm speaking like a loon
Like some giddy chuckling drunkard in a black-humoured cartoon,
Like someone drunk and giddy, chuckling from midnight till noon,
Hogging drunkenness' boon,
I am here.
I think I'll be good at this sort of thing. I'm pretty good with lore and I speak alternating poetic and funny. I could perhaps write articles in the form of short stories to teach lore in a fun way. Or poetry. I could write war poems, for example.