Tried writing some Anglo poetry at the drunk poet's society meeting.
**Fierce** thrown **fire** hate,
**from** vile **hell** men,
**fear**less **fac**ing,
**for**ces striking,
**fire** to **fight** that's,
**found** there within,
**For** deer **folk** we,
**Forge** as destined,
Sound's angry. #poetry
Who honestly predicted that as we entered digital post truth ...
People would just pretend in the realm of politics, science, war, and media it's still the 00s.
So weird.