Anarchy and a sense of humor go hand in hand
In fact, I don't think you can have one without the other
I don't think you can have an anonymous dialogue without hecklers
No harm, no foul, nothing personal in a controlled environment
I get off on ridiculous nonsense
A change of subject from obscenity to non sequiter and never back to the subject at hand
Dear diary, I told them to stop following me
In your daily delirium so caught up in petty slights and feuds with the other animals
Where the gossip comes fast and loose, diarrhea from a diseased bowel
Dear diary, I told them everything I knew
You can put two words together like octopus and the name of a deceased Hollywood actor
You can find the thread it is least relevant to and start spouting off
Dear diary, today I celebrate myself as saboteur
Idiot fuhrer of an online forum
It appears you've created a monster
A monster that won't be appeased by normal conversation
Normal conversation no longer defined as two people meeting face to face
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem