Nothin' hurts a man like a woman leavin' -- except maybe when Google spurns his website, causing his traffic to fall off a cliff. I wrote one of these for my wife when she left me. It didn't work on her, and I doubt it will work on an algorithm, but here goes.
Dark, dark, dark -- so dark I can't even imagine light in my dreams...
There is no masterpiece, no legacy,
not even spawn,
nothing but death
standing in the middle of the highway
like a gunslinger, silhouetted,
taking steady aim, undaunted
by the speed with which I approach him.
And roadkill --
so much of that --
stinking up the wheel wells.