No Changes To The Front Page - Who Gives A shit by M.A.Meddings
Not Me
I was never on it any way
And actually
He never was that good
At responsive interaction
The faceless one
No leading from the front
He was always the unseen format owner
And many saw no wrong in that
The strength of the site just then
Lay in the sum of its parts
Kind hearted men and women
Who enjoyed the interface between themselves
Then some one shouted
Something smells
We have no management
No one cares about us
Wherein reality
We all cared
The heart of the bay
Was in the kindness and good natured
Commentary one to the other
There was an ambience not found on other sites
And without the management of one derided now
we survived in a thriving community
That was led by no one
Except for a comradeship borne in wordsmithship
There was no hallowed camelot to be sure
Other than that made by ourselves
And like that ancient heralded community
We were strong because of the love
And mutual respect of one to the other
Then some found the front page hadnt changed
And disaster loomed
No management
No nanny state
No front page
To which I
Using a selfish tone say
'Who the hell cares ?
I was never on it any way'
Who gives a shit
Lets us just write
And tell the faceless ones
To keep their bloody noses out of it
It was better
Without them any way
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2007-11-22 at 06:54
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