Am about in publishox to burst asunder.
Wondering whether I made irreversible blunder.
Birds of a feather mostly flock together.
Great wisdom fails my intuition to gather.
We never met here on sheer chance.
Maybe you have evidence in defence.
Whence did favouritism originate?
Unprofessional we do here have to operate.
Tips here are not made for your friends.
Quality is what you award without bends.
Maybe some produce not quality.
Here we reason with intelligence and Equity.
There must be some effort employed.
Otherwise the writer may become annoyed.
Encouragement we give with a tip.
Just to send the author on a joyous trip.
Tips here are not made for your friends.
Quality is what you award without bends.
Cryotocurrency poses problems to author.
Many are novices without a bother.
Little knowledge may be a challenge.
With change they are unable to change.
Nurturing, I beg, be our quest.
Ideas we provide on request.
Tips here are not made for your friends.
Quality is what you award without bends.
One time I carried stupidity in my head.
Yet it evaporated in the search for bread.
I learnt with patience so laboriously.
Soon I gained knowledge so slowly.
Mistakes were made in plenty.
Yet learning was done without a penny.
Tips here are not made for your friends.
Quality is what you award without bends.
My tip is free without demand.
Your writing the only thing to command.
Randomly I spread the love.
Do not do it with a hard glove.
Publishox, our great pastime.
We received it right on time.
Tips here are not made for your friends.
Quality is what you award without bends.
To read, you are rewarded with a tip.
Something you are given to sip.
A pat on the back for a job well done.
In this you are not solitary and alone.
Give your tip to the deserve.
Hide it not in reserve.
Tips here are not made for your friends.
Quality is what you award without bends.
