Wrote this, real quick, about three hours ago, for MCN and in response to the silly arsed things going on there!
Such as mainly three forum members, sometimes four or five, being allowed to follow me about and insult me, post private messages (an utter no no there) on threads, etc.
Sometime nice started a thread asking why they are allowed to do that, and that thread is getting flamed by those same people. So, this poem is both for general amusement and stress relief.
Let's All Play The Weasel Game
Let’s all play the weasel game
Do the deed, never take blame
Sneak attacks and posting lies
Will really cut ‘em down ro size
Though they might complain
Verily, it be not but in vain
For posts come with guarantee
Of most plausible deniability
If you take offence, you see
It’s all about you and never me
Call them pedos, junkies, whores
Plodders won’t beat down doors
It’s not really any sort of crime
Not unless it’s done in real time
Ah, but you forgot, you cock
All time’s the same on the clock
Crime’s the same where you go
Inbox, outbox, online, to and fro
Not to mention the fact at hand
It only proves you aren’t a man
Do the deed, never take blame
Sneak attacks and posting lies
Will really cut ‘em down ro size
Though they might complain
Verily, it be not but in vain
For posts come with guarantee
Of most plausible deniability
If you take offence, you see
It’s all about you and never me
Call them pedos, junkies, whores
Plodders won’t beat down doors
It’s not really any sort of crime
Not unless it’s done in real time
Ah, but you forgot, you cock
All time’s the same on the clock
Crime’s the same where you go
Inbox, outbox, online, to and fro
Not to mention the fact at hand
It only proves you aren’t a man
sweet write
or begin a thread
where I tread
is filled with dread
quandring responces
or lack thereof
has me in a denial
a trial
of self judgements
where cocks and whores
don’t get the score
carry yourself
with grace
forget their pace
this is not a race
reflect on your words
the way they transpire
not to conspire
rather to compliment
the wordsmith
escapee
whom walks with care
compare if you dare
your grace with their hate
you will win out
without a doubt
as stress is releived
with words of reprieve
that do not deceive
this beautiful soul
with your loving hand
controled and planned
Much abundance to her craft
may her connection always be true
through her love of you
Amen
LOVE YOUR WORDS ARLETTA