>insert line breaks
>now it's a poem
why is this lauded
It was the year 2015 the year of our lord John Oliver. It's been 2015 for a dozen or so years now. I was waiting on the elevator. Elevators make you think, what goes up doesn't necessarily have to come down, it could just go up and stay there.
The doors open and I am instantly doubled over wanting to vomit. The smell is horrendous and overpowering. I manage to look up and see the outline of a fat obese man but I cannot make him out for my eyes water.
I look down and hear
the gurgling of a dick in a mouth on his knees there sat OP the fag
YOU GOT PWND NIGGER
YOU AND YOUR SHITTY TOPIC
YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW SHIT YOUR TOPIC IS
I WOULD BELIEVE IF I HAD NOT ALREADY KNOWN THAT YOU ARE CRYING
I write to paint an arabesque
Lines of God made flowing, real
Say the things that words cannot
Geometry made false and hollow
Do birds know the parabola?
Better still than you and I
To be the lines we seek to know
To follow through without intent
Circles cannot know their curve
Definition cannot bring
the Lord of being-all to bear
Threaded lines our infinite
People hoping to get a job as an expert on some obscure emerging art form are common, and will talk up a piece for their own personal gain. You can get a cushy gig writing papers and lecturing on something that only you can explain if you get in early and put in the work. Another reason is that people like to hype things up because it makes them feel like they're a part of the winning team.