Oh Triond, Oh Triond – My poem

Oh Triond, Oh Triond, What have you done?

Only thing I do now is write articles and have some bun

Oh Triond, Oh Triond, Don’t you got no class?

This time, will my article have the plagiarism-pass?

I feel addicted, it’s a shame

I write articles but got neither money nor fame

It’s been six months, and only two hundred coin

That’s considered no money; feel like hitting you in the groin

Triond’s no human-generated thingamabob program

Can I buy for my mother some gold of one gram?

There’s something overtook by writers named flaggy flaggy wuss

Whenever I see a flagged article, comes out my puss

I stick my butts to my chair with a huge mug of coffee

But that mug ends when I go to sleep and mom says: “Oh baby!”

Oh Triond, Oh Triond, if there’s something you can do

Increase my income, or whatever you say, make me a boo-boo!