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originally posted by: beezzer
Once upon an evening sipping, a highland malt, don’t be tripping,
Over many a thread of odd and peculiar lore,
While I’m reading, eyes nearly bleeding, popped up a new thread on my screen,
Like someone tapping, nearly rapping upon my conscious door.
I tried to recollect, in a forgotten dialect,
The history of the topic that presented itself to me.
The topic far too strange to ponder, it made my mind go wonder
I scrolled to the OP dreading something never felt before.
The written word, brought forth fears unheard,
I tried to slam shut the laptop door.
But the visitor remains, bringing his disdain,
In penmanship abhorrent, his words they were a torrent,
Stifling a sob I wanted more.
Digesting the thread, like eating poisoned bread,
I begged to remain unknowing ever more;
But like a penetrating knife, the words they changed my life,
The words they moved me to the floor.
Staring into the abyss, I knew something was amiss,
Taking another sip did nothing to beak my mental fall.
I tried to reply, words that did deny,
What was seared into my mind for ever more.
Shutting off the tv bleating, famous faces ever fleeting,
I threw the generated pablum down.
No longer could I embrace, my ignorance in any case,
I would stay on ATS for ever more.