Well...this was meant to be a tongue-up-nose response to a cross-threaded exchange regarding the virtues of William Butler Yeats (with reference both to poetry and appelation), the merits of the 'emo' culture void, and the posting of poetry linked by virtual non-existence. Probably not received in the manner intended by those struggling with de-incarnation of the erstwhile DMV. May Shannon Vasquez and Leanne Hanson never be satisfied with 'resting in peace' :> I guess a poetry community devoid of poetry was destined to descend into pseudo-anarchy and untenable chaos?

Woe, Woe, Stephan (aka No Second Troy - apologies to Maud Gonne)

Why should I spurn him, that he filed my words
With patent glee, or that he would in jest
Have taunted innocent girls to court the nerds,
Or thrown the virgin forums to the quest,
Had they but colours worthy of the cause?
What could have made him pious with a brain
That megalomania forged from flaming wars
With reason like a twisted brow, a bane
That is not so remote on a page like this,
Being wise and deified and so dot com?
Why, where could he have gone, taking so the piss?
Was there no other site for him to bomb?

I thought it tastefully playful, but perhaps in the circumstances...