I’m an old soldier, rough and plain,
My words hit first — I don’t explain.
Raised in the chaos of early online,
Where sarcasm cut — and that was fine.
We joked like thunder, we cursed for fun,
And no one cried when the thread was done.
But now I see — your world’s more kind,
Z-generation reads between the lines.
So if I hurt you with what I said,
It wasn’t malice inside my head.
Forgive this vet of pixel wars,
Still learning feelings, still healing scars...