Dammit, people, stop giving me opportunities to post poetry.
On my soul a deep infection preyed,
A burden cold of contradiction laid
Upon my heart so fickle and so weak,
That from my path I almost strayed
And in a flamewar nearly took a part!
Never can I end what others choose to start,
So learned I did the proper time to speak
And when to silent case my verbal dart,
For when the bloggers act like drama queens,
And trick like idols dying to be seen,
No matter what the course I seek
I only worse the dismal scene!
But perhaps I can not-quite-waste my time
If I turn to slapdash meter and obtrusive rhyme. . . .
(Originally posted at the Cuttlefish’s place.)