*Let us now talk of the words of Senoy,
Casually tossed, ensured to annoy.
Gathering storms of enormous wrath
Just from the want of a few paragraphs.
Consciousness streams as he shares all his thoughts,
But the fury resulting brings all this to naught.
Use the RETURN, how hard could it be?
It’s easy to spot, it’s the fattest of keys.
Is your right pinky broken? Is its use out of season?
Did your Yakuza boss want it chopped for some reason?
We tense as your sentences run on for hours
Our free time, your endless extension devours.
I know breaking up can be quite hard to do
But streams of cognition can spray, flood and spew.
“White space” sounds racist, I cheerfully cede.
But please have some pity on we who must read.*