You bizarre, wide-faced, loose-lipped, slow-eyed, Pale-skinned, paltry-minded, zeks of the Net, Gulping “ideas” at “conferences,”i Simple folk, behind pseudonyms you hide,ii You opine tho’ nothing is twixt your ears, And you, all shapes, sizes, you only fret,– Some thin, some fat, all full of pretenses, Impotent, loud, with no shortage of fears, O crude, soft, […]