Les Bizarrables
Bigger Than The Beast
M. WIZARDIER:
Who writes this crap?
Why does it stink?
So fun to scrap,
But so hard to think...
Here comes a queen.
There goes a tsar.
This one's obscene,
But hardly bizarre.
Usenet on its knees,
Usenet choked with junk!
And here's me calling names
Like an angry drunk!
Bigger than the Beast!
Badder than His Nibs!
Life's a bowl of jujubes
And I've got dibs!
Oldbies in their cave,
Crouching on their hoard,
Shake their fists and say "Behave!"
But soon grow bored!
Mumbling their wordless prayer,
Pining for the days of yore...
WIZARDIERS:
But we're the ones who stay here,
We're the ones who'll win this little war.
Post a little bait.
Start a little fight.
Last one who's still talking
Is the one who's right!
We'll give you the boot --
Don't you think we won't --
If, that is, we give a hoot,
Which we sure don't!
Brag like Miles Gloriosus!
Boast like Alexander Haig!
What's that? Tuberculosis?
Moses! We're a far more deadly plague!
" Rapp