eMpty.

This day golden arches lay subject to man. Exposed and naked to all who pass, they arch in shame. I can't help but notice you are hallow.
"Fret not, yellowey M, the sun will keep shining, fret not!
suppose you were a lowly I, then you would be in trouble as the one leg you stand on would be cold and shivering.
If you were an O, stripped of yellow plastic plates, unbalanced you would fall.
Be glad, Bold M, what with your four feet and balanced symmetry!
Still sad? Its not like they will leave you unlit, leave you cold, push you over.
I suppose you are right, It could happen."