posted on Feb, 28 2010 @ 09:03 PM
Love the site, love fighting the fight,
Bringing light into night,
Now please hear my plight.
I see that I have a blue 'F',
And it half frightens me to death,
That people might think I've taken meth,
And crazy comes out with every breath.
You see while there's a few good writers,
There's many more not so worthy blighters,
They meet reason and logic as kiters,
And see sceptics as some sort of spoil-sport smiters.
With this apparent badge of recognition,
It would appear that I've taken remission,
And adopted some sort of stance of submission,
Something which makes me wish to employ absolute fission.
Were it just me, my threads and posts,
My word would be the only thing that boasts,
We could still have Foo-fighters and ghosts,
And less bandwidth put upon your hard working hosts.
So in short could you please be a dear,
And make my flag bar disappear,
There will still be a few who wish to leer,
But not me I live without fear.
I apologise for my syllable numbers,
And my rhyming; it appears that is slumbers,
And I hope my requests give you no encumbers,
But the pipes of the net do need plumbers!