Liberal Forum

Ode to BlackVegtable: The Rotten Produce of the Internet

Oh, BlackVegtable, what a sight to behold,
Like a moldy old carrot, shriveled and cold.
A name so absurd, it’s almost divine—
Did you lose a bet, or just lack a spine?Your wisdom? A turnip! Your humor? A rock!
Your thoughts hit my brain like a misfired sock.
You stroll through the world with your grand proclamations,
Yet all that you say just sparks mass aggravation.A salad of nonsense, a stew made of lies,
Your intellect’s lower than croutons, surprise!
If brains were potatoes, yours wouldn't be mashed,
Just left in the sun, sad, rotten, and trashed.A radish of rage, a cabbage of spite,
A pumpkin of arrogance, void of all light.
With comments so dumb, they wilt every flower,
I swear, you drain IQ points by the hour.So, BlackVegtable, here's my appeal—
Find yourself purpose, or maybe a meal.
Go season your life, add a pinch of some wit,
Because right now, you're just… a composting twit.