My name is Doodle.
I have a question for you:
Why did you make me?
Why am I what you drew?
I'm just a product of your boredom.
I don't hold meaning or necessity;
You'll just scribble me down on any paper...
It's a waste of your ink and a tree.
Why am I a set of random shapes?
I could be an essay or a real piece of art.
Sure, a doodle is techniquely a drawing,
But I'm no piece by Mozart.
I'm not even a thing!
You could at least have drawn a tree,
That's better than sporadic circles...
Creator, why did you make me?
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