The Internet Blues

The Internet Blues

They say anything will go; that you can send them.
Then they jump right down your throat, when you offend them.
Delicate sensiblities,
Moron monsters such as these.
Are impossible to please.
And you can't bend them.

They say there are no freakin' rules and then they make them.
They are a bunch of stupid fools.  I'd like to break them.
Don't you go makin'light of Gods.
Don't you offend the silly sods.
Self appointed forum mods.
I won't placate them.


I wish that they would learn how to spell.
Oh they need to learn HTML.
I think that they all missed the school bell.
And most of all I wish they'd go to Hell.


They ban you and you don't know why and you can't fight them.
The prospect of an arguement; does it excite them?
Theere is no rhyme or reason there.
They sit there in their potty chair
Trying to grow pubic hair.
They aren't right; them.

I wish that they would learn how to spell.
Oh they need to learn HTML.
I think that they all missed the school bell.
And most of all I wish they'd go to Hell.