@pizzaiolo

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Three worn and hollowed walls of stone
Stand in the desert. 'Neath them, in the sand,

Half sunk, a broken tablet lies, whose carvings,
Front and back, and exasp’rated demands,
Tell that its author well those passions felt

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that paid him, and the heart that cursed:
And on the hardened clay these words appear:

‘My name is Nanni. I send the following:
Give me back my funds, ye muppet, or despair!’

Nothing beside remains. 'Bout the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The esoteric memes outlive them both.”