Since I will likely be leaving soon, I thought I might reprise a little poem of mine before I do. I warn you, however, read it quickly, as it is quite a dangerous piece, much more offensive than even all those pornography site link posts that have become so lingeringly prevalent around here, and so this poem will likely be promptly deleted.
So their God He did smite
To the Angels’ delight
Yes the sheep they all beamed with such glee
For the realm had been spared
From the threat of truth bared
That so bothers the mass LCD
The one that was hung
Had been treated like dung
For her crime of refusing to cave
To the mob that was hired
By the rams co-conspired
For to banish society’s brave
And the henchmen were paid
So they mostly just stayed
Quite aloof from the aftermath’s fray
Where a few with some guts
Did for sure make no buts
About right-doing gone quite astray
Though 'midst threats of smite too
Strong goats bleated anew
The sad lament of justice awry
And they wondered aloud
To the brave in the crowd
Who’ll remove now the mote from God’s eye?