I decided my logo wasn't properly representing the generalized GayAnxiety(tm) i feel every day, so I changed that. Also I wrote some poetry.
"I hope that wasn't you who said
"that someone else should go fall dead
"I thought we taught you to behave
"I can't believe you, daughter May"
May turned around to find her dad
berating her for feeling bad
but clearly he was not impressed
that she had tried her very best
to justly punish that there foe
for being rude and acting so
abhorrent while she tried to play
that's something dad won't get, thought May.
"I know what you are thinking May
"I know what you refuse to say,"
said Dad as he began to itch
and scrape his skin and jerk and twitch
and with a yank his skin fell down
and crumpled down onto the ground
and fro the heap of skin and cloth
arose transformed, once dad, now moth.