Now twenty sixteen has faded away: A terrible year, I really must say. People dying, relationships up messed, Elections and politics dividing the West.
I turn over on my side,
For all is upside down.
I piss again and again,
But really, why bother?
Just west of north,
I exist, but backwards.
Now you are here,
Coming twice for me.
Why do we do it?
Existential crisis!
For all is wrong again,
And we must fill the gap.
The above is a riddle to future from past. Here's to a better this year than last. Riddles and challenges must be solved On this great site, so far evolved. And to all of you, my wish for this year: That you find fun and ne'er shed a tear.