You may vote
us down till we're history
Because a node didn't jive
You may trod our name on the walk of Shame
But still, for everything
, we'll write
Do our hi-fi factuals confuse you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause we node like we've got cheap labour
Typing away in our net.living room?
Just like votes and cools
With the certainty of an XP rise
Just in case it doesn't push our hopes high
Still, we'll write
Did you want to see something softer?
Perhaps a story to tear your eyes?
A node to reach your core deep within
And bring everything out from inside?
Does our expressiveness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause you can node as good as anyone
If you write from within your heart
From our minds, journals, research and hearts
Up from one root idea and being
We are a mass of data, spreading far and wide
Welling and swelling in the internet's tide
Leaving behind nodes of poor quality
Into a future all-inclusive
Bringing the gift of word that our ancestors gave
We are the dream and the hope of Nate
(In other words: Don't stress, Just write!)
Adapted from Maya Angelou's Still I Rise