Dear Ms Beach Girl,
From the east side valley
Your super moderator ego
Shines for all the world to see
Is this really your life
To moderate a forum?
Pray, tell, for I wonder
What's your qualification?
Sifting through the posts
Judgment calls, two and three
Here is a word from someone-
Ahh -You come to moderate me!
Apparently I am a spammer
Though I see the truth of spam
Advertising dodgy links
This is not who I am
For a girl in need I've written
A reply quite extensive
Well-researched address
Of kindness at it's best
Steps on how to plan
A diet that will help her situation
Added links to recipe sites
Of professional associations
Let me get this straight---
Dear Valley beachy bi-atch
That I'm offensive and wrong
For adding a recipe site to match?
Was my long and thoughtful post
Simply too structured for a forum
Or maybe my articulated English
And argument was to you, quite boring?
Don't give me a cut and paste
From the timeless forum rules
In fact I have read these
And can play my linguistic clues
Alas the moderator wank
Power is where they wish it to be
In their hands, their decision
To incriminate me!
I wrote a complaint
Then soon found out
Complaints call for instant banning
My profile is dead- the end of my account
Reminds me a little
Of 1984
Also of dictatorships
History shows us more
Blinded authority may feel they have strength and that they win.....
But it is the rebels with a heart that take them down and sing.
Fuck you Mods.
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