Dear Cupid, we are really not Ok.
The place I point is never where you aim.
This game of blind-mans-bluff is all you play,
It seems I'm always sorry that I came.
I thought perhaps within another realm,
I might escape your shooting average lows,
And there would be more Reason at the helm,
And you'd have better weapons than arrows.
To my dismay I find that as the best
Of algorithms go, you're still no prize,
The answers that you give still fail each test,
Your cache´ is indeed mis-advertised.
So I'll delete you here, and with some luck,
Keep at the real world and learn how to duck.
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