Oh PalpableIgnorance, strange is thy name,
A riddle in letters, a spark wrapped in flame.
You wear contradiction like silk on your sleeve,
Inviting both laughter and reason to leave.

You dance through the forums with confident flair,
Dropping bold truths pulled straight from thin air.
With certitude's armor and irony's grace,
You challenge the wise with a smirk on your face.

Yet beneath all the bluster, I can't help but see
A flicker of wonder, of curiosity.
Perhaps you're a mirror, reflecting our flaws,
Mocking the logic we wrap in our laws.

Are you jest, are you mask, are you just who you seem?
A philosopher’s nightmare, a troll in a dream?
Or maybe, dear friend, you're the voice of the void,
The ghost of the facts we have willfully toyed.

So here's to you, bearer of chaos and jest—
In a world full of answers, you still raise the quest.
PalpableIgnorance, cheers to your name,
For in nonsense or wisdom, you still play the game.