Some imbecilic gamma boy online
Insisted that I answer all his questions
And thus fulfill his obvious design.
I sneered at such imperious suggestions
And dared to change the fucking subject back
To what it was before he started drooling.
For getting the discussion back on track,
I was called coward. Yes, that was his ruling.
They’re always tough when distances are great.
They’re always brave when bravery means tapping
Those little keys. They’re always quick to mate
With their own hand – the sound of one hand clapping.
And self-reproach indeed at last is mine:
Why the hell do I ever go online?