Ode to a Kitten
From the depths of the usenet crept he
Like an infection
Breeding, multiplying, splitting with invective
His words hanging like an icicle frozen in hate
Cold and sterile, divisive.
Someone called him the most honest man in Usenet
Diogenes would have been disappointed
His real name, his first name, told the truth
He was Oden, God of Lies
Insanity seemed to drive him
Helpless in his own body he spat lies
Though he called them **_fact_**
Venom shot from his mouth in all directions
His victims were numbered like the days of a thousand months
A lover of boys he claimed to be
Not frickin' likely
A Babysitter of terror was he, a nightmare to children
More terrorist than lover of anything
A Reporter with multiple personalities
Too many voices packed in too little noggin
Like a can of sardines in mustard sauce
A recipe for disaster
He claimed to be a mus.cle bound George
But the period speaks more of constipation than strength
A Pig Castrator without the balls, a hatchet without a handle
He whirls in a circle of anger - the impotent hurricane
The eye unfocused, a bullet without a target
To what end this hate? Where are the multitudes he speaks for?
A hundred newbies blink their eyes without comprehension
He performs for an audience of one
One spectator with many eyes
One voice with many mouths
Accusations fly from the mouths
The eyes are full of suspicion and paranoia
Fingers point at all
Words without order or sense
repetition repetition repitition
Where is this leading?
Where is the purpose?
There is no meaning. There is only Oden.
I hope the door doesn't hit him in the ass as he leaves The Fort.
Doc
NP-f31
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