Show HN: An IDE for poets
    What is this I see?
    This I don't understand.
    Near matches, you say?
    I am at your command.
    But the matches don't match!
    The rhymes, they are off!
    What am I to do?
    My brain is too soft.

    Yet now I move boldly
    Into a new verse
    The fucking matches don't work.
    Fuck this bullshit. 

    I could try to understand.
    Study like I'm in school.
    The numbers on the left.
    They seem kind of cool.
    But my attention can't hold.
    The wide internet looms.
    If I am your target,
    your product is doomed.