I feel like I should write a poem

Just to turn you on.

You, my lovely followers,

I’ll never do you wrong.

I’ll craft the sweetest words for you,

You’ll wonder if you’ll ever

Really live without them.

I promise they’ll be clever.

I spend too much of what little time

I even have remaining

Talking ‘bout my many woes.

Basically complaining.

But it takes mustard to be me

I’m such a different dude.

And you have never met another

With such fortitude.