The ABCs For Terribly Spoiled Children
Jessica Hagy

I don’t know what’s funnier — this poem, or the people whinging about how you’ve “used your powers for evil instead of good” or accusing you of doing it for clicks, or for “sour grapes”. Let’s not take ourselves so seriously that we fail to appreciate something clever and witty — which is precisely what this is.

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