The "poem" is for Mod is Dead
At fifteen, I had the will to learn; at thirty, I could stand; at forty, I had no doubts; at fifty, I understood the heavenly Bidding; at sixty, my ears were opened; at seventy, I could do as my heart lusted without trespassing from the square.
Why? Because people have been complaining about the death of the mod with every single patch, since before it was born, so I can see why it could get annoying. Before, it got censored to mod is once again alive and kicking