Guess Who?

I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.

The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.

I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.

It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.

I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.

Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.

I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.

I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?

So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.

I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)

They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.

~~
GJD

On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> Guess Who?
>
> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> At least that's what they say.
> The Village People love my work
> And I'm not even gay.
>
> The most prolific poet
> The internet has known,
> I've written fifty thousand poems
> In the past week alone.
>
> I sit at my computer
> And dream of South and North,
> And just like vomit from a drunk
> The poems come gushing forth.
>
> It's sometimes hard to type them,
> They all come out so fast,
> And some of them are really long
> While some are just half-vast.
>
> I've never learned poetics;
> I know that I don't need 'em
> Because I simply write the poems;
> Let other people read 'em.
>
> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> But didn't praise my work
> So I hung up on him. He's just
> A pissbum and a jerk.
>
> I know he's simply jealous,
> Like all those guys, of me.
> That's why they bury all my stuff;
> It's a conspiracy.
>
> I know I could be published
> And everyone would buy,
> But knowing the conspiracy
> Why would I even try?
>
> So I just stay on usenet
> Where true success depends,
> Not on your money, or your fame,
> But on your online friends.
>
> I'm friends with half a dozen
> True poets just like me.
> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> With the conspiracy.)
>
> They say my poems are perfect,
> And all I have to do
> Is thank all six, and tell them all
> Their poems are perfect, too.
>
> ~~
> GJD

That was fun, thanks.

On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> Guess Who?
>
> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> At least that's what they say.
> The Village People love my work
> And I'm not even gay.
>
> The most prolific poet
> The internet has known,
> I've written fifty thousand poems
> In the past week alone.
>
> I sit at my computer
> And dream of South and North,
> And just like vomit from a drunk
> The poems come gushing forth.
>
> It's sometimes hard to type them,
> They all come out so fast,
> And some of them are really long
> While some are just half-vast.
>
> I've never learned poetics;
> I know that I don't need 'em
> Because I simply write the poems;
> Let other people read 'em.
>
> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> But didn't praise my work
> So I hung up on him. He's just
> A pissbum and a jerk.
>
> I know he's simply jealous,
> Like all those guys, of me.
> That's why they bury all my stuff;
> It's a conspiracy.
>
> I know I could be published
> And everyone would buy,
> But knowing the conspiracy
> Why would I even try?
>
> So I just stay on usenet
> Where true success depends,
> Not on your money, or your fame,
> But on your online friends.
>
> I'm friends with half a dozen
> True poets just like me.
> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> With the conspiracy.)
>
> They say my poems are perfect,
> And all I have to do
> Is thank all six, and tell them all
> Their poems are perfect, too.
>
> ~~
> GJD

Your poem is over zealous
It's obvious you're jealous
But, George, I'd be jealous too
If I wrote poorly as you

On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> Guess Who?
>
> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> At least that's what they say.
> The Village People love my work
> And I'm not even gay.
>
> The most prolific poet
> The internet has known,
> I've written fifty thousand poems
> In the past week alone.
>
> I sit at my computer
> And dream of South and North,
> And just like vomit from a drunk
> The poems come gushing forth.
>
> It's sometimes hard to type them,
> They all come out so fast,
> And some of them are really long
> While some are just half-vast.
>
> I've never learned poetics;
> I know that I don't need 'em
> Because I simply write the poems;
> Let other people read 'em.
>
> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> But didn't praise my work
> So I hung up on him. He's just
> A pissbum and a jerk.
>
> I know he's simply jealous,
> Like all those guys, of me.
> That's why they bury all my stuff;
> It's a conspiracy.
>
> I know I could be published
> And everyone would buy,
> But knowing the conspiracy
> Why would I even try?
>
> So I just stay on usenet
> Where true success depends,
> Not on your money, or your fame,
> But on your online friends.
>
> I'm friends with half a dozen
> True poets just like me.
> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> With the conspiracy.)
>
> They say my poems are perfect,
> And all I have to do
> Is thank all six, and tell them all
> Their poems are perfect, too.
>
> ~~
> GJD

The funny thing is that you seem to be describing Will Donkey in the above... except that Will hasn't got six friends.

On 2022-06-02 8:02 a.m., HC wrote:
> On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> Guess Who?
>>
>> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
>> At least that's what they say.
>> The Village People love my work
>> And I'm not even gay.
>>
>> The most prolific poet
>> The internet has known,
>> I've written fifty thousand poems
>> In the past week alone.
>>
>> I sit at my computer
>> And dream of South and North,
>> And just like vomit from a drunk
>> The poems come gushing forth.
>>
>> It's sometimes hard to type them,
>> They all come out so fast,
>> And some of them are really long
>> While some are just half-vast.
>>
>> I've never learned poetics;
>> I know that I don't need 'em
>> Because I simply write the poems;
>> Let other people read 'em.
>>
>> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
>> But didn't praise my work
>> So I hung up on him. He's just
>> A pissbum and a jerk.
>>
>> I know he's simply jealous,
>> Like all those guys, of me.
>> That's why they bury all my stuff;
>> It's a conspiracy.
>>
>> I know I could be published
>> And everyone would buy,
>> But knowing the conspiracy
>> Why would I even try?
>>
>> So I just stay on usenet
>> Where true success depends,
>> Not on your money, or your fame,
>> But on your online friends.
>>
>> I'm friends with half a dozen
>> True poets just like me.
>> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
>> With the conspiracy.)
>>
>> They say my poems are perfect,
>> And all I have to do
>> Is thank all six, and tell them all
>> Their poems are perfect, too.
>>
>> ~~
>> GJD
>
> That was fun, thanks.

Thanks for reading and commenting, Corey. I think it works as fun rather
than coming across as malice because no names are mentioned. Nobody
hurts, nobody cries.

On 2022-06-02 10:40 a.m., Michael Pendragon wrote:
> On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> Guess Who?
>>
>> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
>> At least that's what they say.
>> The Village People love my work
>> And I'm not even gay.
>>
>> The most prolific poet
>> The internet has known,
>> I've written fifty thousand poems
>> In the past week alone.
>>
>> I sit at my computer
>> And dream of South and North,
>> And just like vomit from a drunk
>> The poems come gushing forth.
>>
>> It's sometimes hard to type them,
>> They all come out so fast,
>> And some of them are really long
>> While some are just half-vast.
>>
>> I've never learned poetics;
>> I know that I don't need 'em
>> Because I simply write the poems;
>> Let other people read 'em.
>>
>> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
>> But didn't praise my work
>> So I hung up on him. He's just
>> A pissbum and a jerk.
>>
>> I know he's simply jealous,
>> Like all those guys, of me.
>> That's why they bury all my stuff;
>> It's a conspiracy.
>>
>> I know I could be published
>> And everyone would buy,
>> But knowing the conspiracy
>> Why would I even try?
>>
>> So I just stay on usenet
>> Where true success depends,
>> Not on your money, or your fame,
>> But on your online friends.
>>
>> I'm friends with half a dozen
>> True poets just like me.
>> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
>> With the conspiracy.)
>>
>> They say my poems are perfect,
>> And all I have to do
>> Is thank all six, and tell them all
>> Their poems are perfect, too.
>>
>> ~~
>> GJD
>
> The funny thing is that you seem to be describing Will Donkey in the above... except that Will hasn't got six friends.

I'm glad you found a way to enjoy it. No names are mentioned, so a
reader's free to apply it to whomever they think it fits.

I could say more, but maybe later; it's noon already, and I have to get
some work done.

On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 10:40:12 AM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>
> > Guess Who?
> >
> > I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > At least that's what they say.
> > The Village People love my work
> > And I'm not even gay.
> >
> > The most prolific poet
> > The internet has known,
> > I've written fifty thousand poems
> > In the past week alone.
> >
> > I sit at my computer
> > And dream of South and North,
> > And just like vomit from a drunk
> > The poems come gushing forth.
> >
> > It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > They all come out so fast,
> > And some of them are really long
> > While some are just half-vast.
> >
> > I've never learned poetics;
> > I know that I don't need 'em
> > Because I simply write the poems;
> > Let other people read 'em.
> >
> > Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > But didn't praise my work
> > So I hung up on him. He's just
> > A pissbum and a jerk.
> >
> > I know he's simply jealous,
> > Like all those guys, of me.
> > That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > It's a conspiracy.
> >
> > I know I could be published
> > And everyone would buy,
> > But knowing the conspiracy
> > Why would I even try?
> >
> > So I just stay on usenet
> > Where true success depends,
> > Not on your money, or your fame,
> > But on your online friends.
> >
> > I'm friends with half a dozen
> > True poets just like me.
> > (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > With the conspiracy.)
> >
> > They say my poems are perfect,
> > And all I have to do
> > Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > Their poems are perfect, too.
> >
> > ~~
> > GJD
> The funny thing is that you seem to be describing Will Donkey in the above... except that Will hasn't got six friends.

You can't get me out of your head, can you, Pendragon?

🙂

HC wrote:

> On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>
>> Guess Who?
>>
>> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
>> At least that's what they say.
>> The Village People love my work
>> And I'm not even gay.
>>
>> The most prolific poet
>> The internet has known,
>> I've written fifty thousand poems
>> In the past week alone.
>>
>> I sit at my computer
>> And dream of South and North,
>> And just like vomit from a drunk
>> The poems come gushing forth.
>>
>> It's sometimes hard to type them,
>> They all come out so fast,
>> And some of them are really long
>> While some are just half-vast.
>>
>> I've never learned poetics;
>> I know that I don't need 'em
>> Because I simply write the poems;
>> Let other people read 'em.
>>
>> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
>> But didn't praise my work
>> So I hung up on him. He's just
>> A pissbum and a jerk.
>>
>> I know he's simply jealous,
>> Like all those guys, of me.
>> That's why they bury all my stuff;
>> It's a conspiracy.
>>
>> I know I could be published
>> And everyone would buy,
>> But knowing the conspiracy
>> Why would I even try?
>>
>> So I just stay on usenet
>> Where true success depends,
>> Not on your money, or your fame,
>> But on your online friends.
>>
>> I'm friends with half a dozen
>> True poets just like me.
>> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
>> With the conspiracy.)
>>
>> They say my poems are perfect,
>> And all I have to do
>> Is thank all six, and tell them all
>> Their poems are perfect, too.
>>
>> ~~
>> GJD

> That was fun, thanks.

Agreed and seconded....!

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>
>> Guess Who?
>>
>> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
>> At least that's what they say.
>> The Village People love my work
>> And I'm not even gay.
>>
>> The most prolific poet
>> The internet has known,
>> I've written fifty thousand poems
>> In the past week alone.
>>
>> I sit at my computer
>> And dream of South and North,
>> And just like vomit from a drunk
>> The poems come gushing forth.
>>
>> It's sometimes hard to type them,
>> They all come out so fast,
>> And some of them are really long
>> While some are just half-vast.
>>
>> I've never learned poetics;
>> I know that I don't need 'em
>> Because I simply write the poems;
>> Let other people read 'em.
>>
>> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
>> But didn't praise my work
>> So I hung up on him. He's just
>> A pissbum and a jerk.
>>
>> I know he's simply jealous,
>> Like all those guys, of me.
>> That's why they bury all my stuff;
>> It's a conspiracy.
>>
>> I know I could be published
>> And everyone would buy,
>> But knowing the conspiracy
>> Why would I even try?
>>
>> So I just stay on usenet
>> Where true success depends,
>> Not on your money, or your fame,
>> But on your online friends.
>>
>> I'm friends with half a dozen
>> True poets just like me.
>> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
>> With the conspiracy.)
>>
>> They say my poems are perfect,
>> And all I have to do
>> Is thank all six, and tell them all
>> Their poems are perfect, too.
>>
>> ~~
>> GJD

> The funny thing is that you seem to be describing

Seems to be James D. Senetto, actually.....ha ha.

On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 5:35:17 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote:
> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>
> > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >
> >> Guess Who?
> >>
> >> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> >> At least that's what they say.
> >> The Village People love my work
> >> And I'm not even gay.
> >>
> >> The most prolific poet
> >> The internet has known,
> >> I've written fifty thousand poems
> >> In the past week alone.
> >>
> >> I sit at my computer
> >> And dream of South and North,
> >> And just like vomit from a drunk
> >> The poems come gushing forth.
> >>
> >> It's sometimes hard to type them,
> >> They all come out so fast,
> >> And some of them are really long
> >> While some are just half-vast.
> >>
> >> I've never learned poetics;
> >> I know that I don't need 'em
> >> Because I simply write the poems;
> >> Let other people read 'em.
> >>
> >> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> >> But didn't praise my work
> >> So I hung up on him. He's just
> >> A pissbum and a jerk.
> >>
> >> I know he's simply jealous,
> >> Like all those guys, of me.
> >> That's why they bury all my stuff;
> >> It's a conspiracy.
> >>
> >> I know I could be published
> >> And everyone would buy,
> >> But knowing the conspiracy
> >> Why would I even try?
> >>
> >> So I just stay on usenet
> >> Where true success depends,
> >> Not on your money, or your fame,
> >> But on your online friends.
> >>
> >> I'm friends with half a dozen
> >> True poets just like me.
> >> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> >> With the conspiracy.)
> >>
> >> They say my poems are perfect,
> >> And all I have to do
> >> Is thank all six, and tell them all
> >> Their poems are perfect, too.
> >>
> >> ~~
> >> GJD
>
> > The funny thing is that you seem to be describing
> Seems to be James D. Senetto, actually.....ha ha.

It nailed him.

🙂

On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 12:10:46 PM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> On 2022-06-02 8:02 a.m., HC wrote:
> > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> Guess Who?
> >>
> >> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> >> At least that's what they say.
> >> The Village People love my work
> >> And I'm not even gay.
> >>
> >> The most prolific poet
> >> The internet has known,
> >> I've written fifty thousand poems
> >> In the past week alone.
> >>
> >> I sit at my computer
> >> And dream of South and North,
> >> And just like vomit from a drunk
> >> The poems come gushing forth.
> >>
> >> It's sometimes hard to type them,
> >> They all come out so fast,
> >> And some of them are really long
> >> While some are just half-vast.
> >>
> >> I've never learned poetics;
> >> I know that I don't need 'em
> >> Because I simply write the poems;
> >> Let other people read 'em.
> >>
> >> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> >> But didn't praise my work
> >> So I hung up on him. He's just
> >> A pissbum and a jerk.
> >>
> >> I know he's simply jealous,
> >> Like all those guys, of me.
> >> That's why they bury all my stuff;
> >> It's a conspiracy.
> >>
> >> I know I could be published
> >> And everyone would buy,
> >> But knowing the conspiracy
> >> Why would I even try?
> >>
> >> So I just stay on usenet
> >> Where true success depends,
> >> Not on your money, or your fame,
> >> But on your online friends.
> >>
> >> I'm friends with half a dozen
> >> True poets just like me.
> >> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> >> With the conspiracy.)
> >>
> >> They say my poems are perfect,
> >> And all I have to do
> >> Is thank all six, and tell them all
> >> Their poems are perfect, too.
> >>
> >> ~~
> >> GJD
> >
> > That was fun, thanks.
> Thanks for reading and commenting, Corey. I think it works as fun rather
> than coming across as malice because no names are mentioned. Nobody
> hurts, nobody cries.

It works as fun for me because it’s obviously about me.
No names were necessary because everybody knows
I am, in fact, Usenet’s greatest poet. Of course, only you
know whether the poem is meant to be malicious or fun.

On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 4:58:13 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 12:10:46 PM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > On 2022-06-02 8:02 a.m., HC wrote:
> > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> Guess Who?
> > >>
> > >> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > >> At least that's what they say.
> > >> The Village People love my work
> > >> And I'm not even gay.
> > >>
> > >> The most prolific poet
> > >> The internet has known,
> > >> I've written fifty thousand poems
> > >> In the past week alone.
> > >>
> > >> I sit at my computer
> > >> And dream of South and North,
> > >> And just like vomit from a drunk
> > >> The poems come gushing forth.
> > >>
> > >> It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > >> They all come out so fast,
> > >> And some of them are really long
> > >> While some are just half-vast.
> > >>
> > >> I've never learned poetics;
> > >> I know that I don't need 'em
> > >> Because I simply write the poems;
> > >> Let other people read 'em.
> > >>
> > >> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > >> But didn't praise my work
> > >> So I hung up on him. He's just
> > >> A pissbum and a jerk.
> > >>
> > >> I know he's simply jealous,
> > >> Like all those guys, of me.
> > >> That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > >> It's a conspiracy.
> > >>
> > >> I know I could be published
> > >> And everyone would buy,
> > >> But knowing the conspiracy
> > >> Why would I even try?
> > >>
> > >> So I just stay on usenet
> > >> Where true success depends,
> > >> Not on your money, or your fame,
> > >> But on your online friends.
> > >>
> > >> I'm friends with half a dozen
> > >> True poets just like me.
> > >> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > >> With the conspiracy.)
> > >>
> > >> They say my poems are perfect,
> > >> And all I have to do
> > >> Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > >> Their poems are perfect, too.
> > >>
> > >> ~~
> > >> GJD
> > >
> > > That was fun, thanks.
> > Thanks for reading and commenting, Corey. I think it works as fun rather
> > than coming across as malice because no names are mentioned. Nobody
> > hurts, nobody cries.
> It works as fun for me because it’s obviously about me.
> No names were necessary because everybody knows
> I am, in fact, Usenet’s greatest poet. Of course, only you
> know whether the poem is meant to be malicious or fun.

Hey, wait a friggin' minute...

Born on the wayward side
raised by a wicked witch
I'm half misbegotten bastard,
half sinister son of a stitch
You've never seen anything so uniquely me,
never dealt with the likes of me, I'll bet
harrowed hewn, racked and ruined
they haven't built one like me yet.
I am the best damned thing ever
to be jury rigged together
Always ready for the endeavor
of sending off embittered,
those that beg to differ.
"Latest Design in this Modern Man" (AAPC remix) ~~Ash Wurthing
"Latest Design in Modern Man" ~~!copyright 2021 Ash Wurthing

On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 5:27:51 AM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 4:58:13 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 12:10:46 PM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > On 2022-06-02 8:02 a.m., HC wrote:
> > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > >> Guess Who?
> > > >>
> > > >> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > > >> At least that's what they say.
> > > >> The Village People love my work
> > > >> And I'm not even gay.
> > > >>
> > > >> The most prolific poet
> > > >> The internet has known,
> > > >> I've written fifty thousand poems
> > > >> In the past week alone.
> > > >>
> > > >> I sit at my computer
> > > >> And dream of South and North,
> > > >> And just like vomit from a drunk
> > > >> The poems come gushing forth.
> > > >>
> > > >> It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > > >> They all come out so fast,
> > > >> And some of them are really long
> > > >> While some are just half-vast.
> > > >>
> > > >> I've never learned poetics;
> > > >> I know that I don't need 'em
> > > >> Because I simply write the poems;
> > > >> Let other people read 'em.
> > > >>
> > > >> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > > >> But didn't praise my work
> > > >> So I hung up on him. He's just
> > > >> A pissbum and a jerk.
> > > >>
> > > >> I know he's simply jealous,
> > > >> Like all those guys, of me.
> > > >> That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > > >> It's a conspiracy.
> > > >>
> > > >> I know I could be published
> > > >> And everyone would buy,
> > > >> But knowing the conspiracy
> > > >> Why would I even try?
> > > >>
> > > >> So I just stay on usenet
> > > >> Where true success depends,
> > > >> Not on your money, or your fame,
> > > >> But on your online friends.
> > > >>
> > > >> I'm friends with half a dozen
> > > >> True poets just like me.
> > > >> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > > >> With the conspiracy.)
> > > >>
> > > >> They say my poems are perfect,
> > > >> And all I have to do
> > > >> Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > > >> Their poems are perfect, too.
> > > >>
> > > >> ~~
> > > >> GJD
> > > >
> > > > That was fun, thanks.
> > > Thanks for reading and commenting, Corey. I think it works as fun rather
> > > than coming across as malice because no names are mentioned. Nobody
> > > hurts, nobody cries.
> > It works as fun for me because it’s obviously about me.
> > No names were necessary because everybody knows
> > I am, in fact, Usenet’s greatest poet. Of course, only you
> > know whether the poem is meant to be malicious or fun.
> Hey, wait a friggin' minute...
>
> Born on the wayward side
> raised by a wicked witch
> I'm half misbegotten bastard,
> half sinister son of a stitch
> You've never seen anything so uniquely me,
> never dealt with the likes of me, I'll bet
> harrowed hewn, racked and ruined
> they haven't built one like me yet.
> I am the best damned thing ever
> to be jury rigged together
> Always ready for the endeavor
> of sending off embittered,
> those that beg to differ.
> "Latest Design in this Modern Man" (AAPC remix) ~~Ash Wurthing
> "Latest Design in Modern Man" ~~!copyright 2021 Ash Wurthing

Good morning, Ash.

No offense intended.
Check your ego at the door.
I think your writing splendid,
et quelle visage. J’adore!

On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 5:36:08 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 5:27:51 AM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 4:58:13 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 12:10:46 PM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > On 2022-06-02 8:02 a.m., HC wrote:
> > > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > >> Guess Who?
> > > > >>
> > > > >> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > > > >> At least that's what they say.
> > > > >> The Village People love my work
> > > > >> And I'm not even gay.
> > > > >>
> > > > >> The most prolific poet
> > > > >> The internet has known,
> > > > >> I've written fifty thousand poems
> > > > >> In the past week alone.
> > > > >>
> > > > >> I sit at my computer
> > > > >> And dream of South and North,
> > > > >> And just like vomit from a drunk
> > > > >> The poems come gushing forth.
> > > > >>
> > > > >> It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > > > >> They all come out so fast,
> > > > >> And some of them are really long
> > > > >> While some are just half-vast.
> > > > >>
> > > > >> I've never learned poetics;
> > > > >> I know that I don't need 'em
> > > > >> Because I simply write the poems;
> > > > >> Let other people read 'em.
> > > > >>
> > > > >> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > > > >> But didn't praise my work
> > > > >> So I hung up on him. He's just
> > > > >> A pissbum and a jerk.
> > > > >>
> > > > >> I know he's simply jealous,
> > > > >> Like all those guys, of me.
> > > > >> That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > > > >> It's a conspiracy.
> > > > >>
> > > > >> I know I could be published
> > > > >> And everyone would buy,
> > > > >> But knowing the conspiracy
> > > > >> Why would I even try?
> > > > >>
> > > > >> So I just stay on usenet
> > > > >> Where true success depends,
> > > > >> Not on your money, or your fame,
> > > > >> But on your online friends.
> > > > >>
> > > > >> I'm friends with half a dozen
> > > > >> True poets just like me.
> > > > >> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > > > >> With the conspiracy.)
> > > > >>
> > > > >> They say my poems are perfect,
> > > > >> And all I have to do
> > > > >> Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > > > >> Their poems are perfect, too.
> > > > >>
> > > > >> ~~
> > > > >> GJD
> > > > >
> > > > > That was fun, thanks.
> > > > Thanks for reading and commenting, Corey. I think it works as fun rather
> > > > than coming across as malice because no names are mentioned. Nobody
> > > > hurts, nobody cries.
> > > It works as fun for me because it’s obviously about me.
> > > No names were necessary because everybody knows
> > > I am, in fact, Usenet’s greatest poet. Of course, only you
> > > know whether the poem is meant to be malicious or fun.
> > Hey, wait a friggin' minute...
> >
> > Born on the wayward side
> > raised by a wicked witch
> > I'm half misbegotten bastard,
> > half sinister son of a stitch
> > You've never seen anything so uniquely me,
> > never dealt with the likes of me, I'll bet
> > harrowed hewn, racked and ruined
> > they haven't built one like me yet.
> > I am the best damned thing ever
> > to be jury rigged together
> > Always ready for the endeavor
> > of sending off embittered,
> > those that beg to differ.
> > "Latest Design in this Modern Man" (AAPC remix) ~~Ash Wurthing
> > "Latest Design in Modern Man" ~~!copyright 2021 Ash Wurthing
> Good morning, Ash.
>
> No offense intended.
> Check your ego at the door.
> I think your writing splendid,
> et quelle visage. J’adore!

Hey! I call it self care-- someone needs to love my poor ego! :D

’ai adoré lire les commentaires!

On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 6:16:06 AM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 5:36:08 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 5:27:51 AM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 4:58:13 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 12:10:46 PM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > On 2022-06-02 8:02 a.m., HC wrote:
> > > > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > >> Guess Who?
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >> I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > > > > >> At least that's what they say.
> > > > > >> The Village People love my work
> > > > > >> And I'm not even gay.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >> The most prolific poet
> > > > > >> The internet has known,
> > > > > >> I've written fifty thousand poems
> > > > > >> In the past week alone.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >> I sit at my computer
> > > > > >> And dream of South and North,
> > > > > >> And just like vomit from a drunk
> > > > > >> The poems come gushing forth.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >> It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > > > > >> They all come out so fast,
> > > > > >> And some of them are really long
> > > > > >> While some are just half-vast.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >> I've never learned poetics;
> > > > > >> I know that I don't need 'em
> > > > > >> Because I simply write the poems;
> > > > > >> Let other people read 'em.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >> Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > > > > >> But didn't praise my work
> > > > > >> So I hung up on him. He's just
> > > > > >> A pissbum and a jerk.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >> I know he's simply jealous,
> > > > > >> Like all those guys, of me.
> > > > > >> That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > > > > >> It's a conspiracy.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >> I know I could be published
> > > > > >> And everyone would buy,
> > > > > >> But knowing the conspiracy
> > > > > >> Why would I even try?
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >> So I just stay on usenet
> > > > > >> Where true success depends,
> > > > > >> Not on your money, or your fame,
> > > > > >> But on your online friends.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >> I'm friends with half a dozen
> > > > > >> True poets just like me.
> > > > > >> (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > > > > >> With the conspiracy.)
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >> They say my poems are perfect,
> > > > > >> And all I have to do
> > > > > >> Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > > > > >> Their poems are perfect, too.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >> ~~
> > > > > >> GJD
> > > > > >
> > > > > > That was fun, thanks.
> > > > > Thanks for reading and commenting, Corey. I think it works as fun rather
> > > > > than coming across as malice because no names are mentioned. Nobody
> > > > > hurts, nobody cries.
> > > > It works as fun for me because it’s obviously about me.
> > > > No names were necessary because everybody knows
> > > > I am, in fact, Usenet’s greatest poet. Of course, only you
> > > > know whether the poem is meant to be malicious or fun.
> > > Hey, wait a friggin' minute...
> > >
> > > Born on the wayward side
> > > raised by a wicked witch
> > > I'm half misbegotten bastard,
> > > half sinister son of a stitch
> > > You've never seen anything so uniquely me,
> > > never dealt with the likes of me, I'll bet
> > > harrowed hewn, racked and ruined
> > > they haven't built one like me yet.
> > > I am the best damned thing ever
> > > to be jury rigged together
> > > Always ready for the endeavor
> > > of sending off embittered,
> > > those that beg to differ.
> > > "Latest Design in this Modern Man" (AAPC remix) ~~Ash Wurthing
> > > "Latest Design in Modern Man" ~~!copyright 2021 Ash Wurthing
> > Good morning, Ash.
> >
> > No offense intended.
> > Check your ego at the door.
> > I think your writing splendid,
> > et quelle visage. J’adore!
> Hey! I call it self care-- someone needs to love my poor ego! :D
>
> ’ai adoré lire les commentaires!

Comment allez-vous, monsieur?
Moi, je vais bien.
Combien de cela pouvez-vous endurer?
J’ai atteint ma fin.

On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 8:02:02 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>
> > Guess Who?
> >
> > I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > At least that's what they say.
> > The Village People love my work
> > And I'm not even gay.
> >
> > The most prolific poet
> > The internet has known,
> > I've written fifty thousand poems
> > In the past week alone.
> >
> > I sit at my computer
> > And dream of South and North,
> > And just like vomit from a drunk
> > The poems come gushing forth.
> >
> > It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > They all come out so fast,
> > And some of them are really long
> > While some are just half-vast.
> >
> > I've never learned poetics;
> > I know that I don't need 'em
> > Because I simply write the poems;
> > Let other people read 'em.
> >
> > Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > But didn't praise my work
> > So I hung up on him. He's just
> > A pissbum and a jerk.
> >
> > I know he's simply jealous,
> > Like all those guys, of me.
> > That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > It's a conspiracy.
> >
> > I know I could be published
> > And everyone would buy,
> > But knowing the conspiracy
> > Why would I even try?
> >
> > So I just stay on usenet
> > Where true success depends,
> > Not on your money, or your fame,
> > But on your online friends.
> >
> > I'm friends with half a dozen
> > True poets just like me.
> > (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > With the conspiracy.)
> >
> > They say my poems are perfect,
> > And all I have to do
> > Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > Their poems are perfect, too.
> >
> > ~~
> > GJD
> That was fun, thanks.

For once we agree.

🙂

On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 8:48:53 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 8:02:02 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >
> > > Guess Who?
> > >
> > > I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > > At least that's what they say.
> > > The Village People love my work
> > > And I'm not even gay.
> > >
> > > The most prolific poet
> > > The internet has known,
> > > I've written fifty thousand poems
> > > In the past week alone.
> > >
> > > I sit at my computer
> > > And dream of South and North,
> > > And just like vomit from a drunk
> > > The poems come gushing forth.
> > >
> > > It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > > They all come out so fast,
> > > And some of them are really long
> > > While some are just half-vast.
> > >
> > > I've never learned poetics;
> > > I know that I don't need 'em
> > > Because I simply write the poems;
> > > Let other people read 'em.
> > >
> > > Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > > But didn't praise my work
> > > So I hung up on him. He's just
> > > A pissbum and a jerk.
> > >
> > > I know he's simply jealous,
> > > Like all those guys, of me.
> > > That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > > It's a conspiracy.
> > >
> > > I know I could be published
> > > And everyone would buy,
> > > But knowing the conspiracy
> > > Why would I even try?
> > >
> > > So I just stay on usenet
> > > Where true success depends,
> > > Not on your money, or your fame,
> > > But on your online friends.
> > >
> > > I'm friends with half a dozen
> > > True poets just like me.
> > > (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > > With the conspiracy.)
> > >
> > > They say my poems are perfect,
> > > And all I have to do
> > > Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > > Their poems are perfect, too.
> > >
> > > ~~
> > > GJD
> > That was fun, thanks.
> For once we agree.
>
> 🙂

How many times have we agreed for once?

On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 9:18:35 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 8:48:53 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 8:02:02 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >
> > > > Guess Who?
> > > >
> > > > I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > > > At least that's what they say.
> > > > The Village People love my work
> > > > And I'm not even gay.
> > > >
> > > > The most prolific poet
> > > > The internet has known,
> > > > I've written fifty thousand poems
> > > > In the past week alone.
> > > >
> > > > I sit at my computer
> > > > And dream of South and North,
> > > > And just like vomit from a drunk
> > > > The poems come gushing forth.
> > > >
> > > > It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > > > They all come out so fast,
> > > > And some of them are really long
> > > > While some are just half-vast.
> > > >
> > > > I've never learned poetics;
> > > > I know that I don't need 'em
> > > > Because I simply write the poems;
> > > > Let other people read 'em.
> > > >
> > > > Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > > > But didn't praise my work
> > > > So I hung up on him. He's just
> > > > A pissbum and a jerk.
> > > >
> > > > I know he's simply jealous,
> > > > Like all those guys, of me.
> > > > That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > > > It's a conspiracy.
> > > >
> > > > I know I could be published
> > > > And everyone would buy,
> > > > But knowing the conspiracy
> > > > Why would I even try?
> > > >
> > > > So I just stay on usenet
> > > > Where true success depends,
> > > > Not on your money, or your fame,
> > > > But on your online friends.
> > > >
> > > > I'm friends with half a dozen
> > > > True poets just like me.
> > > > (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > > > With the conspiracy.)
> > > >
> > > > They say my poems are perfect,
> > > > And all I have to do
> > > > Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > > > Their poems are perfect, too.
> > > >
> > > > ~~
> > > > GJD
> > > That was fun, thanks.
> > For once we agree.
> >
>
> How many times have we agreed

Not many.

None in recent years.

HTH and HAND.

On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:03:23 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 9:18:35 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 8:48:53 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 8:02:02 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > >
> > > > > Guess Who?
> > > > >
> > > > > I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > > > > At least that's what they say.
> > > > > The Village People love my work
> > > > > And I'm not even gay.
> > > > >
> > > > > The most prolific poet
> > > > > The internet has known,
> > > > > I've written fifty thousand poems
> > > > > In the past week alone.
> > > > >
> > > > > I sit at my computer
> > > > > And dream of South and North,
> > > > > And just like vomit from a drunk
> > > > > The poems come gushing forth.
> > > > >
> > > > > It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > > > > They all come out so fast,
> > > > > And some of them are really long
> > > > > While some are just half-vast.
> > > > >
> > > > > I've never learned poetics;
> > > > > I know that I don't need 'em
> > > > > Because I simply write the poems;
> > > > > Let other people read 'em.
> > > > >
> > > > > Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > > > > But didn't praise my work
> > > > > So I hung up on him. He's just
> > > > > A pissbum and a jerk.
> > > > >
> > > > > I know he's simply jealous,
> > > > > Like all those guys, of me.
> > > > > That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > > > > It's a conspiracy.
> > > > >
> > > > > I know I could be published
> > > > > And everyone would buy,
> > > > > But knowing the conspiracy
> > > > > Why would I even try?
> > > > >
> > > > > So I just stay on usenet
> > > > > Where true success depends,
> > > > > Not on your money, or your fame,
> > > > > But on your online friends.
> > > > >
> > > > > I'm friends with half a dozen
> > > > > True poets just like me.
> > > > > (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > > > > With the conspiracy.)
> > > > >
> > > > > They say my poems are perfect,
> > > > > And all I have to do
> > > > > Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > > > > Their poems are perfect, too.
> > > > >
> > > > > ~~
> > > > > GJD
> > > > That was fun, thanks.
> > > For once we agree.
> > >
> >
> > How many times have we agreed
> Not many.
>
> None in recent years.
>
> HTH and HAND.

For once?

On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:31:12 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:03:23 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 9:18:35 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 8:48:53 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 8:02:02 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > >
> > > > > > Guess Who?
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > > > > > At least that's what they say.
> > > > > > The Village People love my work
> > > > > > And I'm not even gay.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > The most prolific poet
> > > > > > The internet has known,
> > > > > > I've written fifty thousand poems
> > > > > > In the past week alone.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I sit at my computer
> > > > > > And dream of South and North,
> > > > > > And just like vomit from a drunk
> > > > > > The poems come gushing forth.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > > > > > They all come out so fast,
> > > > > > And some of them are really long
> > > > > > While some are just half-vast.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I've never learned poetics;
> > > > > > I know that I don't need 'em
> > > > > > Because I simply write the poems;
> > > > > > Let other people read 'em.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > > > > > But didn't praise my work
> > > > > > So I hung up on him. He's just
> > > > > > A pissbum and a jerk.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I know he's simply jealous,
> > > > > > Like all those guys, of me.
> > > > > > That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > > > > > It's a conspiracy.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I know I could be published
> > > > > > And everyone would buy,
> > > > > > But knowing the conspiracy
> > > > > > Why would I even try?
> > > > > >
> > > > > > So I just stay on usenet
> > > > > > Where true success depends,
> > > > > > Not on your money, or your fame,
> > > > > > But on your online friends.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > I'm friends with half a dozen
> > > > > > True poets just like me.
> > > > > > (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > > > > > With the conspiracy.)
> > > > > >
> > > > > > They say my poems are perfect,
> > > > > > And all I have to do
> > > > > > Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > > > > > Their poems are perfect, too.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > ~~
> > > > > > GJD
> > > > > That was fun, thanks.
> > > > For once we agree.
> > > >
> > >
> > > How many times have we agreed
> > Not many.
> >
> > None in recent years.
> >
> > HTH and HAND.
> For once?

Apparently so.

On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:44:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:31:12 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:03:23 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 9:18:35 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 8:48:53 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 8:02:02 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > >
> > > > > > > Guess Who?
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > > > > > > At least that's what they say.
> > > > > > > The Village People love my work
> > > > > > > And I'm not even gay.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > The most prolific poet
> > > > > > > The internet has known,
> > > > > > > I've written fifty thousand poems
> > > > > > > In the past week alone.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > I sit at my computer
> > > > > > > And dream of South and North,
> > > > > > > And just like vomit from a drunk
> > > > > > > The poems come gushing forth.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > > > > > > They all come out so fast,
> > > > > > > And some of them are really long
> > > > > > > While some are just half-vast.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > I've never learned poetics;
> > > > > > > I know that I don't need 'em
> > > > > > > Because I simply write the poems;
> > > > > > > Let other people read 'em.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > > > > > > But didn't praise my work
> > > > > > > So I hung up on him. He's just
> > > > > > > A pissbum and a jerk.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > I know he's simply jealous,
> > > > > > > Like all those guys, of me.
> > > > > > > That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > > > > > > It's a conspiracy.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > I know I could be published
> > > > > > > And everyone would buy,
> > > > > > > But knowing the conspiracy
> > > > > > > Why would I even try?
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > So I just stay on usenet
> > > > > > > Where true success depends,
> > > > > > > Not on your money, or your fame,
> > > > > > > But on your online friends.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > I'm friends with half a dozen
> > > > > > > True poets just like me.
> > > > > > > (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > > > > > > With the conspiracy.)
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > They say my poems are perfect,
> > > > > > > And all I have to do
> > > > > > > Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > > > > > > Their poems are perfect, too.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > ~~
> > > > > > > GJD
> > > > > > That was fun, thanks.
> > > > > For once we agree.
> > > > >
> > > >
> > > > How many times have we agreed
> > > Not many.
> > >
> > > None in recent years.
> > >
> > > HTH and HAND.
> > For once?
> Apparently so.

The archives disagree with you, more than once.

On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:51:47 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:44:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:31:12 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:03:23 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 9:18:35 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 8:48:53 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 8:02:02 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > Guess Who?
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > > > > > > > At least that's what they say.
> > > > > > > > The Village People love my work
> > > > > > > > And I'm not even gay.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > The most prolific poet
> > > > > > > > The internet has known,
> > > > > > > > I've written fifty thousand poems
> > > > > > > > In the past week alone.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > I sit at my computer
> > > > > > > > And dream of South and North,
> > > > > > > > And just like vomit from a drunk
> > > > > > > > The poems come gushing forth.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > > > > > > > They all come out so fast,
> > > > > > > > And some of them are really long
> > > > > > > > While some are just half-vast.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > I've never learned poetics;
> > > > > > > > I know that I don't need 'em
> > > > > > > > Because I simply write the poems;
> > > > > > > > Let other people read 'em.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > > > > > > > But didn't praise my work
> > > > > > > > So I hung up on him. He's just
> > > > > > > > A pissbum and a jerk.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > I know he's simply jealous,
> > > > > > > > Like all those guys, of me.
> > > > > > > > That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > > > > > > > It's a conspiracy.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > I know I could be published
> > > > > > > > And everyone would buy,
> > > > > > > > But knowing the conspiracy
> > > > > > > > Why would I even try?
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > So I just stay on usenet
> > > > > > > > Where true success depends,
> > > > > > > > Not on your money, or your fame,
> > > > > > > > But on your online friends.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > I'm friends with half a dozen
> > > > > > > > True poets just like me.
> > > > > > > > (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > > > > > > > With the conspiracy.)
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > They say my poems are perfect,
> > > > > > > > And all I have to do
> > > > > > > > Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > > > > > > > Their poems are perfect, too.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > ~~
> > > > > > > > GJD
> > > > > > > That was fun, thanks.
> > > > > > For once we agree.
> > > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > How many times have we agreed
> > > > Not many.
> > > >
> > > > None in recent years.
> > > >
> > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > For once?
> > Apparently so.
> The archives disagree

Post an example then, and let's see, Corey.

"Show, don't tell."

🙂

On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:59:48 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:51:47 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:44:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:31:12 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:03:23 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 9:18:35 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 8:48:53 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 8:02:02 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > > > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > Guess Who?
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > > > > > > > > At least that's what they say.
> > > > > > > > > The Village People love my work
> > > > > > > > > And I'm not even gay.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > The most prolific poet
> > > > > > > > > The internet has known,
> > > > > > > > > I've written fifty thousand poems
> > > > > > > > > In the past week alone.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > I sit at my computer
> > > > > > > > > And dream of South and North,
> > > > > > > > > And just like vomit from a drunk
> > > > > > > > > The poems come gushing forth.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > > > > > > > > They all come out so fast,
> > > > > > > > > And some of them are really long
> > > > > > > > > While some are just half-vast.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > I've never learned poetics;
> > > > > > > > > I know that I don't need 'em
> > > > > > > > > Because I simply write the poems;
> > > > > > > > > Let other people read 'em.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > > > > > > > > But didn't praise my work
> > > > > > > > > So I hung up on him. He's just
> > > > > > > > > A pissbum and a jerk.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > I know he's simply jealous,
> > > > > > > > > Like all those guys, of me.
> > > > > > > > > That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > > > > > > > > It's a conspiracy.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > I know I could be published
> > > > > > > > > And everyone would buy,
> > > > > > > > > But knowing the conspiracy
> > > > > > > > > Why would I even try?
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > So I just stay on usenet
> > > > > > > > > Where true success depends,
> > > > > > > > > Not on your money, or your fame,
> > > > > > > > > But on your online friends.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > I'm friends with half a dozen
> > > > > > > > > True poets just like me.
> > > > > > > > > (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > > > > > > > > With the conspiracy.)
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > They say my poems are perfect,
> > > > > > > > > And all I have to do
> > > > > > > > > Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > > > > > > > > Their poems are perfect, too.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > ~~
> > > > > > > > > GJD
> > > > > > > > That was fun, thanks.
> > > > > > > For once we agree.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > How many times have we agreed
> > > > > Not many.
> > > > >
> > > > > None in recent years.
> > > > >
> > > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > > For once?
> > > Apparently so.
> > The archives disagree
> Post an example then, and let's see, Corey.
>
> "Show, don't tell."
>
> 🙂

Respond honestly, don’t post-edit.

On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 12:17:15 PM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:59:48 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:51:47 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:44:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:31:12 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:03:23 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 9:18:35 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > > > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 8:48:53 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 8:02:02 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > > > > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > Guess Who?
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > > > > > > > > > At least that's what they say.
> > > > > > > > > > The Village People love my work
> > > > > > > > > > And I'm not even gay.
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > The most prolific poet
> > > > > > > > > > The internet has known,
> > > > > > > > > > I've written fifty thousand poems
> > > > > > > > > > In the past week alone.
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > I sit at my computer
> > > > > > > > > > And dream of South and North,
> > > > > > > > > > And just like vomit from a drunk
> > > > > > > > > > The poems come gushing forth.
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > > > > > > > > > They all come out so fast,
> > > > > > > > > > And some of them are really long
> > > > > > > > > > While some are just half-vast.
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > I've never learned poetics;
> > > > > > > > > > I know that I don't need 'em
> > > > > > > > > > Because I simply write the poems;
> > > > > > > > > > Let other people read 'em.
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > > > > > > > > > But didn't praise my work
> > > > > > > > > > So I hung up on him. He's just
> > > > > > > > > > A pissbum and a jerk.
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > I know he's simply jealous,
> > > > > > > > > > Like all those guys, of me.
> > > > > > > > > > That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > > > > > > > > > It's a conspiracy.
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > I know I could be published
> > > > > > > > > > And everyone would buy,
> > > > > > > > > > But knowing the conspiracy
> > > > > > > > > > Why would I even try?
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > So I just stay on usenet
> > > > > > > > > > Where true success depends,
> > > > > > > > > > Not on your money, or your fame,
> > > > > > > > > > But on your online friends.
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > I'm friends with half a dozen
> > > > > > > > > > True poets just like me.
> > > > > > > > > > (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > > > > > > > > > With the conspiracy.)
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > They say my poems are perfect,
> > > > > > > > > > And all I have to do
> > > > > > > > > > Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > > > > > > > > > Their poems are perfect, too.
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > ~~
> > > > > > > > > > GJD
> > > > > > > > > That was fun, thanks.
> > > > > > > > For once we agree.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > How many times have we agreed
> > > > > > Not many.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > None in recent years.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > > > For once?
> > > > Apparently so.
> > > The archives disagree
> > Post an example then, and let's see, Corey.
> >
> > "Show, don't tell."
> >
>
> Respond honestly

Always.

On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 12:36:08 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 12:17:15 PM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:59:48 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:51:47 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:44:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:31:12 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 11:03:23 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 9:18:35 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > > > > > On Friday, June 3, 2022 at 8:48:53 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 8:02:02 AM UTC-4, HC wrote:
> > > > > > > > > > On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george....@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > Guess Who?
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > I'm usenet's greatest poet,
> > > > > > > > > > > At least that's what they say.
> > > > > > > > > > > The Village People love my work
> > > > > > > > > > > And I'm not even gay.
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > The most prolific poet
> > > > > > > > > > > The internet has known,
> > > > > > > > > > > I've written fifty thousand poems
> > > > > > > > > > > In the past week alone.
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > I sit at my computer
> > > > > > > > > > > And dream of South and North,
> > > > > > > > > > > And just like vomit from a drunk
> > > > > > > > > > > The poems come gushing forth.
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > It's sometimes hard to type them,
> > > > > > > > > > > They all come out so fast,
> > > > > > > > > > > And some of them are really long
> > > > > > > > > > > While some are just half-vast.
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > I've never learned poetics;
> > > > > > > > > > > I know that I don't need 'em
> > > > > > > > > > > Because I simply write the poems;
> > > > > > > > > > > Let other people read 'em.
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
> > > > > > > > > > > But didn't praise my work
> > > > > > > > > > > So I hung up on him. He's just
> > > > > > > > > > > A pissbum and a jerk.
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > I know he's simply jealous,
> > > > > > > > > > > Like all those guys, of me.
> > > > > > > > > > > That's why they bury all my stuff;
> > > > > > > > > > > It's a conspiracy.
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > I know I could be published
> > > > > > > > > > > And everyone would buy,
> > > > > > > > > > > But knowing the conspiracy
> > > > > > > > > > > Why would I even try?
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > So I just stay on usenet
> > > > > > > > > > > Where true success depends,
> > > > > > > > > > > Not on your money, or your fame,
> > > > > > > > > > > But on your online friends.
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > I'm friends with half a dozen
> > > > > > > > > > > True poets just like me.
> > > > > > > > > > > (Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
> > > > > > > > > > > With the conspiracy.)
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > They say my poems are perfect,
> > > > > > > > > > > And all I have to do
> > > > > > > > > > > Is thank all six, and tell them all
> > > > > > > > > > > Their poems are perfect, too.
> > > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > > ~~
> > > > > > > > > > > GJD
> > > > > > > > > > That was fun, thanks.
> > > > > > > > > For once we agree.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > How many times have we agreed
> > > > > > > Not many.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > None in recent years.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > > > > For once?
> > > > > Apparently so.
> > > > The archives disagree
> > > Post an example then, and let's see, Corey.
> > >
> > > "Show, don't tell."
> > >
> >
> > Respond honestly
> Always.

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