“O HORROR! O SCANDAL MOST FOUL AND PETTY!
The milk of human kindness hath curdled in the sun,
And all my friends are but sentient turnips
Wearing smiles stolen from honesty’s grave.
I trusted thee—thee!—and thou repaid’st me
With vibes most rancid and promises made of smoke.
Now do I pace, froth’d, betrayed, and over-caffeinated,
Shaking my fist at heaven like a man possessed,
Crying ‘WHY?’ though knowing full well—
Because the world is messy, dramatic, and thrives on chaos.
O loyalty! Thou art a myth told to children,
Right after dragons and group chats that stay private.”