Uploaded April 2014 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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Sheesh!
The story so far(ce):
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Mr. Poet and Mr. Dip, I'm beginning
To wonder what makes you two tick.
I called for peace an calm
And the prevalence of cooler heads.
Instead you form an attack
Waging war in the threads.

My entreaty was no Palpatine scheme
Stirring up dissent from behind this screen.
And yet here we are,
And now satellite souls
Are entering and raising the bar.
Not too high, but high enough
Top merit a few words
To dismiss their fluff.

Loreleila accuses us all of simply
Measuring down below.
A contest to produce the
Highest urethral flow.
But Loreleila, if elevation is the gauge
And not a measuring cup,
The winner will be the one
Who can do it standing up.

Warbles frets we might diminish the poetic arts,
That playing war turns poetry into a farce.
He's a gentle man, I know he feels hurt,
But war is just what I was trying to avert.
That said, this isn't a war, it's not even a battle,
We've heard nothing yet but sabres rattle.
War requires at least two armies to fight,
Not a bunch of clowns who can barely write.

This is a pathetic war, it's more like a skirmish,
The soft voiced flailings of downtrodden hermits.
I've had harder battles deciding which beer.
Please tell me there somebody out there
Who can kick this one up a gear.