A 'Peircing' Melody

This is a message for Lincoln Peirce:
This song is for a certain 'Lincoln Purse';

Whose 'Big Nate' strip we all revered;

But time and fame have played their part.

So let's make fun of this artist's art.

Lincoln's got deadlines, he's under pressure;

But making fun of him just gives me pleasure.

The toxicity makes everyone flinch.

Big Nate is just really cringe (now).

The community just wouldn't stop growing;

Fan wanted more, so he kept on going.

And Big Nate has become a yawnathon;

'Cuz the creativity's dead, and Sheila's gone.

Lincoln's got deadlines, he's under pressure;

But making fun of him just gives me pleasure.

The toxicity makes everyone flinch.

Big Nate is just really cringe (now).

The critics loved the gags, the witty lines,

But where's the joy when art becomes confined?

He used to draw for passion, for the love of the craft,

Now it's just a paycheck, the dream didn't last.

A boy who admired Mr. Schulz's art.

Has created his own 'Super Star'.

So let's learn something from silly old Purse;

As his artwork and jokes keep getting worse;