Envy's Ephemeral Embrace: The Tale of Crispiano⁠⁠

In the vast expanse of Pikabu's domain,

There dwelled a user who bore envy's stain,

Crispiano was the name he chose,

And through his veins, the green monster flows.

With each post that gained applause and cheer,

Crispiano's heart would darken and sneer,

For in those digital lands of delight,

He sought his chance to shine and smite.

In comment wars and threads galore,

He fed his envy even more,

While others strived for harmony,

He wished for likes and fame to be.

In darkness of his screen's embrace,

He hid his face, erased all trace,

His ego soared in pixel's glow,

As upvote counts, his envy grow.

For every meme and every tale,

He saw the others rise and sail,

He thought of ways to gain his pride,

And bring his name to Pikabu's side.

He crafted posts with spiteful spin,

To stir the crowd, to make them grin,

But with each try, his fame stayed meek,

His posts, they felt both weak and bleak.

A voice within, it whispered low,

"Release your envy, let it go,"

"Embrace the light, seek love and peace,"

"In harmony, your soul's release."

But Crispiano, so lost and blind,

He could not shake his envious mind,

As days turned weeks, then months went by,

He wondered why he'd never fly.

For deep within that digital maze,

Pikabu offered endless praise,

But 'til Crispiano sheds his curse,

He'll ne'er partake in that universe.