Google Analytics makes me sad.
Is it 'Make" me sad or "Makes" me sad?
Grammar is leaving me because I write
for the fucking internet.
Goddamn UI/UX,
plus the dummies who talk in today's
vernacular nomenclature,
those who shorten "Babe" to "Bae".
I am still trying to sway fuckers
and folks from double spacing between sentences,
so I am playing catch up in my own career,
but at least I am not alone.
Kendra Jean is with me, somewhere,
probably dealing with this shit better than I,
so shutting up is in order and I have no room to talk,
because of history and poetry.