Riddle Me This
A poem dedicated to the current update on terms
writing words, to convey though I dare not say for what means from what I write people running confused and surprised
Something happened while I was away what happened, you ask “well see the update” and be prepared oh that seems shrewd and weird at best funny, however, like a stalemate, it rests
I stand to wonder, what benefit it has to us, and you and they — I bet growing weary and anxious by the second trying to grasp, these terms you fret
Running around circles, we are truly lost it seems, we shall I wonder, how it might end riddling through each word, clause, and sentence
Thank you for reading.






