I’ve been digging all day, in search of offence,
And sweeping away the fine grains of sand,
And now I have negative evidence,
I’ll condemn you anyway, out of hand.
My role is to show that there was something here,
Be it only a tone, or an ill judged phrase,
I’ll pull you to pieces and make it quite clear
That all those who follow you, or sing your praise
Are as vile as you and worth nought but contempt.
And I shall look virtuous, clever and wise
And will sneer at your arguments, much is at stake.
And each sad attempt that you foolishly make
To win followers by writing witty replies
Will result in more trouble, yet you’ll leave a trace,
As defeated you quit in a swirl of disgrace.