Shit, he's using poetry against us.
My bug has passed on, I see...
No matter! This lesson (from me)
Shall give rise to needed speach;
Give words the means to reach...
Quoting will not save you!
There is only one thing to do...
Take up the sword of poetry,
Or turn, and, shamefully flee.
Ziploc, your man(l)y stanzas,
Cloud my mind like perfidious gasses.
I'm sure of one thing, that as time passes:
Your contest will kick their asses.