Thanks to DeB, I discovered that I’m a poet.
This one is titled
I’m not social
I signed up for a site where they posted recipes
Hoping to see a little bit of tits
When on the description of nettle tortelli
I posted: where can I find a little fi..nocchietto?
With kindness, as you can imagine
I was sent to hell from the other side
Then on a site for lovers of antique prints
I tried to buy a kilo of olives
And I won’t tell you what happened
I wouldn’t want to seem like one who boasts
from Forza Italia, drawn by vague promises
I posted a photo of myself without underwear
Then I found this place of funny little guys
Engaged in posting reviews
They're all friends, slapping each other on the back
And right after, giving each other playful kicks in the balls
One told me: “I’m bored, I don’t read the reviews
I'm not stupid, I don’t write reviews”
So, excuse me, are you just here to be a pain in the ass?