It was a nice cheese sammich, and all was quiet.
To hell with the language, be damned the strict diet.
As I bend my mind to concede a certainty,
I leave behind all the desires so dark and dirty.
Except for the intake of smoke and slight booze,
The dreams of my youth are not even .. dude,
Stfu with your pointless charade
You go on and on for weeks, made of days
I can clearly see that you leave your log for the few
Who choke on it quietly, still more you do spew

Begone, foul tempter, to light of the dark.
You crease the trousers of suits that hold the biters without bark.

If words were a poison, you would have immunity.
Is that not enough to begin being a community?

Venom so pure, the light in the shadow.
The shadow of the mind, which streams through multiple channels

Go now dear logger, your mission is done
You have baked the entire of /b/ like an oven-kept bun