Greentext a kind of writing you find on 4chan
Pony fans more than love it but it’s a mean mess
Deep breaths - first you got to write in second person
Like ‘you’ instead of ‘I’ or ‘they’ and expect some cursing
From the English teach you had in high school it’s getting worse when
Every sentence gets its own line too like setting verses
So it’s a little poetic and a little in prose
I read and thought I could wreck it and so I stepped to the node
This the web that I chose, a year on I’m still about it
Words at two hundred thousand and I’m rearing to flout it
No one’s hearing about it cus it’s a fanfic, damn kid
I got a lot of writers I could stand with, and did
Fact is the work is pretty tricky and thankless
And you get love, but nothing you could head to the bank with
Question is, whether you’re a whore or an artist
Are you tough enough to finish every story you started?

Write my shit fast but keep it clean and persistent
Ya’ll don’t know how many jokes on smoking weed I’m resisting
Heard my dreams and I’m listenin’, got supreme in my system
Chatting to the other writers and I’m speaking my wisdom
No surprise, same shit when I hold the mic
Mouthing words at work for making up the quotes and like
Prototype shit tricky but I wrote it nice and
In this game, your live or die based on posting time

Six months back I didn’t have a router in my house
So I would hit the coffee shop for all my browsin when I’m out
And I’d waste their connection posting green online
A thousand fiendish lines went by as scenes and signs
And sights and sounds and found poems gleaned from vibes
I’d keep it up for once a week like tryna bleed them dry
But one afternoon I stopped because they called me for work
And I ain’t stall them or shirk cus you know ballin’s a perk
But don’t you call me a jerk I kept myself up on that focus stuff
And when I left I knew the coffee shop was gon be closed as fuck
Still had wifi though, I went there but my laptop died
Ran to the ‘partment tryna charge it shouting capslock cries
By the time I went back the road was pelting with rain
Thunderstorm between myself and the game - I went
Sidewalk sitting soak work clothes and I know it’s shit
Umbrella tween my knees, thought I’d freeze but I still posted it

Write my shit fast but keep it clean and persistent
Ya’ll don’t know how many jokes on smoking weed I’m resisting
Heard my dreams and I’m listenin’, got supreme in my system
Chatting to the other writers and I’m speaking my wisdom
No surprise, same shit when I hold the mic
Mouthing words at work for making up the quotes and like
Prototype shit tricky but I wrote it nice and
In this game, your live or die based on posting time

(Keep your head up, keep your thread up)