Forum (Hunting Grounds) Poem by Deborah Cromer

Round and round and round it goes
Take this, take that with obnoxious blows
Energy spent on getting that last word in
Open to all who have the time, women and men

What's the deal and what's the use
Subjecting all to the printed abuse
For fun or just something to entertain
No winners, no losers, nothing to gain

Passing the time with messages and games
Nasty little comments, we know their names
They keep it up with no end in sight
Arguing and bickering, back and forth they fight

Out of habit maybe or just an addiction
Making waves, pushing buttons or just causing friction
I don't mind, I don't care, the pages just roll on
Day after day until all responses are historically gone