For humans and trends.

When the odds were for the odds, Where even nods, The stories that followed were for the gods.

To comprehend, For humans and trends.

Like 1 died, 2 followed, 3 said why they all died.

Such stories that touch the soul, The one with only one goal, Hyperbolic or serious in whole.

Maybe cooked, Maybe overlooked, Maybe on pointed.

Most critical, A few are analytical, Others logical.

A few for warning, A Little for nurturing, Many for toying.

So many things to consume, So many designs and costumes, Like a job resume.

As it has many titles, Evolving several jettles, So why sip from boiling kettles?

Yet with so many appetites, Eating a lot with bytes,

But known to know, That too much significance will show..

Like to see the brightest glow, Like tasting the sugary mellow, Like feeling giddy to the flow, Like to smell a go and no, Like hearing a loud blow.

Nevertheless...

When 1 died, 2 followed, And 3 said why they all died.

When the odds are for the odds, Where even nods, Then the story is for the gods.

To comprehend, For humans and trends.