A Poem

I had a great poem sent to me from an regular reader of the blog, Rudyard1892. I don’t understand that much of it but I think it’s about rival blog members and banned former members of this blog (the sad *********). It’s worth putting up here in an attempt to show I’m a bit cultured, like. I’m dead cultured, me, yeh.

If

If you can barely keep your website running when all about you
Are increasing hits on theirs and laughing at you,
If you can believe in yourself when all men know the true bullshitting you
But make no allowance for their doubting too,
If you can eat and not be tired by eating,
Or fabricating lies, you must deal in lies,
Or being hated, although, to be honest, they have a point,
And bloggers not making you look too good, nor look too wise:

If you can dream – and always make dreams your master,
If you can’t think – and not make coherent thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with the Inland Revenue and Disaster
And treat those two increasingly likely events just the same;
If you can’t bear to hear the lies you’ve spoken
Reported by bloggers to make you look like a total fool,
Or watch the website you wasted your life on, broken,
By decent blog-writing folk who are unbelievably cool

If you can take one heap of all your immoral earnings
And risk them all on one turn of internet pitch-and-toss,
And lose, then con some more numpty subscribers
And continually post sob-stories about your loss;
If you can’t keep forum members believing in you
And lie about them long after they are gone,
And pitifully hold on to your lies when there is nothing in you
And ban members from the website when they tell you: “You’re a con!”

If you can’t show respect to “numpties” who provide earnings for you,
Or pretend to talk with “suits” – nor lose the common touch,
If you have no real friends but enemies can hurt you;
If only bribed minions agree with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving podcast minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of racist scum,
Yours is the Hell and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a lying, scheming, shitbag, my son!

Nice one Rudyard! you write exceedingly good poems. That’ll show the rival blog members and banned former members (the sad ********) of this blog up for what they really are!

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