SW Improvisation poetry

Listen up
I'm gonna try to make this fly
I'm on Similarworlds and who knows why
It's like a window into a wildling center
Where we all argue, laugh,
and then press enter
A small malicious
but yet heart-warming bunch
(at least until you get that first punch)
From nudity alley to serious street
In between chaos
and whoever you'll meet
Various shapes of minds
All collected like mines
Sometimes they explode
And sometimes they give you a show
This is the end of the rhyme
and remember
You can only message 50 at a time