To my dearest online friends,
We come to chat when our day ends,
In SP2 is where we meet,
And get together to chat and greet,
Each new person into the room,
But with each new person comes eminent doom,
With some of them come the obvious trouble,
Kind of like animals evil double,
Then there are the booting ones,
That come in do a hit and run,
Or my favorite type of guy,
Who comes in here with no reason why,
Like for instance our friend Milo_antitrust,
Now with that boy Anti-trust is a must,
You never know from day to day,
Whether he is here to chat or play,
Until of coarse it is to late,
And then with iggy he has a date,
But true evil comes not from Milo,
It is the quiet one we do not know,
The one that spreads the evil lies,
The tales that brings a tear to our eyes,
Only later to find out it was not true,
And gives our anger a chance to renew,
One time some ones sick or some one has died,
And then we find out that someone has lied,
But it is too late our tears we have shed,
For those that we thought, were dead,
And as I come to the end of this thought,
I must apologize for the anger I've brought,
But in all this lack of honest acting,
I find that for safety my heart is retracting,
I now think of you all as my online kin,
But trust is what comes from within,
I trust only what comes direct from the source,
All else is from the ass of the horse,
And now you know just how I feel,
My feelings are harsh but at least they are real.
By Keith Ball
