Literature
Quoth the devil, 'Nevermore.'
Once upon a midday query, I browsed online, drunk but leery,
Til the web then distracted, with its volumes of porn and gore.
I started nodding, after fapping, when suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my bedroom door.
“’Tis some subjects,” I muttered, “tapping at my bedroom door.
Only this and nothing more.”
Hesitant to actually bother, I scratched my ass and began to ponder.
Ponder if it was a whore, and if it was why wait anymore?
After a shout I wondered no longer, I knew the voice that was yonder.
T'was my worthless brother tapping, oh so gently he was rapping.
Rapping at