Much have I travelled in the Realms of Gold

The Lolcat logged on and mused ‘Nom Nom Nom’

Before alluding to the six dislikes with a pithy remark,

And halting to *correct a noob’s spelling.

When the bad speller reappropriated the *

LoLcat was nonplussed, scouring his files

For a gif that read ‘cool story bro’

Such heavy artillery confounded the speller

So on he prowled, disambiguating a trail of

11!!1!’s and casual racism behind him.

Schooled in the art of trolling,

He rickrolls joylessly, propregating memes

Deep into the suburban night.

He’s derisive, well informed

Armies of irreverence observe his every

stroke of the Keyboard cat on his lap.

Yet this artisan of 4chan

Slumped in his chair,

Poring over the

Scripture of Courage wolf,

Is plunged in despair

By his loss of the game,

By a taken domain name

By the knowledge that no O Rly will spare him the reaper,

That no accusation of Creeping will chase off the

Scythe, that whilst a winner online he’s a FAILer in Life

and his mind inscribes in bold white cap’s

LIFE FAIL across every tragic mishap he endures

in the 3^rd dimension.

The ventriloquist who invested in his dummy found

That in his lair

He’s granted the freedom of a gentrified lord.

To patrol his grounds, to denigrate and deplore to just

Look at this fucking hipster

Migrating

In Cognito from each comment,

Hoping to soar and infect.

Inboxes, to skim the tops of the long grass

Whilst vultures circle overhead,

swooping Presto to Adagio

at the rest of a fingers click.