Crit4crit so on and ism ism ism.
I just wrote this bored in work, thought I'd stick it on here and see if anyone has anything to say!
Ther harshest of criticism is welcome, as is the highest of praise, as well as the best of improvements

We will never learn quite what we are
With unknown opponents that
Operate in both light and dark.

So obvious that strength lies in our numbers
Yet we all stand together alone
In the place where minds are redundant
We will never see what needs to be shown

So with panache and grace, I will try to retire
Into the hole where I feel most free
With hope one day proles defeat the Higher
Though they'll just be happy to
Appreciate the different shades of tea.