it left last year it left yesterday I don't miss you now you've gone away yer gone you tart you runny little nosy nose you were bad from the start every one that knows knows corrupting folks who hold within their hands the lives of most to take away the food of life from those who always post you revealed the huge let down that is the end of time you have given us the memes that wash away your grime but memes come from drastic times dramatic rhymes of history who can say the true intent of the Horse of mystery we bid thee done and on the run from the mess that you prepared the year that every medium revealed they do not care make it better this time
Though slightly better than its prequel, this is still not a very good poem. It looks as if I tried to atone for it, but I didn't meet the mark, I'm afraid.