O****a IHBT

We’re all all going to hell on a rail

I cry out “My brain was fuxxored!” to no avail

For inertia was inertia was inertia was not a falcon for the last two days

But we were so ****ing sure of ourselves as we speed-dialed the partyvan in our craze

They said he ****ed up the oath but I never bothered to listen

In my mind I count the dollars Inertia will ruefully be missin’

A toxx loophole

Running out of con-troll

Everybody bring your Nikons

Everybody disavow your icons

In this bumhat-filled armpit of the internet

And still my fuxxored brain won’t let me forget

Someday the flamewar will be over and the trolls will have won

And somebody’s Nikon may be exchanged for an unregistered gun

So why not wear tar and feathers as we ride our rails to hell?

Everybody’s always bumhurt ‘cuz we all have trolled ourselves


EDIT: **** it. BBcode nl ****ing sucks balls when it comes to poetry. This is why I only ever posted five haiku at a time.

BrainpanSonata Posted:

So, yeah, I said in idc that I would take the rest of the day off and come back as soon as I was fully medicated, but I figured I’d compose my thoughts while I’m still mostly lucid and can post coherently.

Of course it sux… I was three days off my medication contempleting things that would only have been understood had you been there at the time. But on the bright side, when I came back I found I’d won a domination medal.

So, 1) Your zinger pretty much sums it up, Comic, and 2) maybe I should skip my medicine more often. I could torture everyone with hack poetry, take three days off, and then come back and be pleasently surprised in some way or another. Log in to see images!