The Fora

Deceivers, shills and the greedy at heart
Never paid enough for the humanity you lack
Cockroaches at night crawling out of a crack
Never seeing the hay for the needle in the stack
Those fools not on to you from the start

Finding worms in the flour while sifting through it all
Ever ready with the standard quick witted one liners
And those depressingly dissatisfied constant whiners
The seemingly innocent polls and questions of data miners
More gift wrapped bullshit than one could ever call

Plenty of fresh open minds to close and lock
Inquisitors and instigators smile as the tension mounts
Auxiliary contractors and their sock puppet accounts
Ever piling on the bullshit in tremendous amounts
Called in for their usual foul fodder, the faithful flock