I quit bud and I ain’t got no-more, peace

That was pretty-funny, I guess
Too bad, I’m the only that isn’t toast-jelly
Bend like a hanger, what is it
Multiple-Tutu-Man, sounds the same on every-name
Can’t you tell you, you need to take-it easy, man
You probably ruining the site for any true-newcomers
With all the pure-gibberish that you say, not like me
Literally, eleven out of the first thirteen posts is his or it’s
What-up, too bad, I’m the only one that isn’t toast-jelly
Continuum all by-myself, fortifies is the suffering
At least, thank-you for that, I don’t know if I can say “comrade,” anymore.
Now, I know what I am but you don’t and I don’t know what you are either
I found the way, will I make-it by myself, I guess, we will see