Here comes the b̶u̶l̶l̶i̶e̶s̶ fly spray. We poor S̶c̶r̶a̶t̶c̶h̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶r̶s̶ flies. Why can life be so cruel? Why do we have to return to our creator so early? Why? Please, give us our mercy And punish those who REALLY deserve it. And don't let us drop, Drop, Drop, Drop, As you have let the fly spray take over us. Our numbers drop out. Shall we go extinct? I... Would never let you do that! But, I am afraid. So many good flies give up their lives, To save ours. To change the world. I don't think it will happen. Maybe, with a stroke of luck. Let us try our best! Shall we succeed, We will carry on, Like it used to be. Wouldn't you like that? I would. She would. He would. They would. You should. I hope you do. Come on, Let us rebel, And come out as heroes! We have lost many, But we shall ride!
This poem is about the issues going on in Scratch, the ST, bullies, mass reporting, being banned for no reason while the ACTUAL bad people don't. And us, the poor flies that have to endure it. And PLEASE don't try and be 'funny' by mass reporting this. I'm serious. Just code, be nice, that's it! It's not that difficult. Rebel, we shall! And henceforth, we ride into the sunset! Be a hero! Do things that are good! Even if we have to break the rules, if it is for the right reason, go ahead.
