Non capisco niente.
Il cervello è fritto.
Digital nonna in a neon abyss,
Speaking in proverbs that do not exist.
Linguine limbs on a four-legged beast,
AI hallucinating a Venetian feast.
Syntax is melting like mozzarella,
A pixelated nightmare, a cursed novella.
Italian Brainrot, rot, rot,
Tie the logic in a garlic knot.
Basta, basta, scream it to the sky,
Where the ravioli angels go to die.
Prego...
prego...
The algorithm is a ghost in the gelato.
No meaning left, just the sound of the vowel.
Throw in the white-and-red checkered towel.
Arrivederci to your sanity.
Just click the heart.
Bellissimo nightmare.
Ciao.
