Posted by Redd Yeats Dave on January 13, 2001 at 18:19:42:
Come hither my love,
and hear my tale,
of distrust, paranoia and lies,
the likes of which have ne'er been seen,
by any mortal's eyes.
The characters of this, our play,
assembled on a board,
in cyberspace, that mystic place,
the keep of demon hoards.
A wretched lot, this band of scum,
who terrorized good folk,
and left their messages of hate,
haiku, and Hitchhiker's Guide jokes. (What a fucking stupid book that is. Douglas Adams is going to be first up against the fucking wall when I finally take my rightful place as President and Ultimate Destroyer.)
Ah fuck it, I am getting bored,
this poem's about spike, et.al
Bomar, Liquid and the rest,
they all can suck my fucking schlob knob.
Now that's a Goddamned poem.
Love,
Red Yeats Dave