Sonnet to Chegg, The Peddler of Vague Lore
When I did seek a humble aid in math, And typed but “math,” anon did Chegg proclaim, “Behold a puzzle sprung from shadowed path, Though thou didst not ask, it’s here by name!” Yet when I craved to see the secrets told, A fortress barred mine eyes with steely gate, “Pay gold!” quoth they, “for knowledge bought and sold, Or suffer thus to languish in thy fate.” O Chegg, thou art a jester dressed in guise, Thy answers blind, thy help but fleeting jest, A costly maze where wisdom’s path denies, And students’ coins flow freely from their chest. If truth and aid thou truly wouldst provide, Then drop thy mask, and drop the costly pride.