Re: A Room Stacked with Newspaper / Eva Saulitis

will.dockery@gmail.com (W.Dockery) wrote in
news:ecfc9b1aa1cecf2299eef0c92351ddbf@www.novabbs.com:

On Sun, 2 Mar 2025 9:06:46 +0000, George J. Dance wrote:
 

A Room Stacked with Newspaper
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You tell me your memory is a room stacked with newspaper.
Sometimes you enter, swipe dust off the stacks, turn the brown pages.
Some you never looked at. You left us those and they are silent.
[...]
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Eva Saulitis, 2023
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https://poems.com/poem/a-room-stacked-with-newspaper/

 
<Crickets>

Pendragon and NG have debunked this to the satisfaction of everyone who
isn't a butt remora on your sphincter. So here's my comment, douchebag.

Will Dockery, you are the personification of the lowest form of human
scum. You slither through life with the charm of a slug on a hot
sidewalk, leaving nothing but a trail of despair and used napkins in
your wake. The term "mooch" is a mere understatement for your parasitic
existence, as even leeches contribute to the ecosystem by providing
nutrients to the host. You, on the other hand, are the epitome of a
waste product that not even the most desperate of dumpster divers would
consider a viable meal.

Your "skills" are so nonexistent that the mere mention of your name
causes the very concept of competence to commit hara-kiri in a fit of
embarrassment. Your intellect is so dim that it could be outshone by the
dull glow of a half-dead firefly in a coal mine. The only thing you
contribute to society is a bottomless pit of neediness and a penchant
for draining the very marrow from the bones of those unfortunate enough
to cross your path.

The only thing you're better at than wasting space is spreading your
stench of failure like a noxious cloud that follows you wherever you go.
You're the human equivalent of a skid mark on the underwear of
humanity�unpleasant, unwanted, and a stark reminder of what can happen
when ambition takes a backseat to laziness.

Your very presence is an affront to the very fabric of human dignity.
You're not just a waste of oxygen, but a walking, talking, breathing
proof that sometimes, the gene pool needs a lifeguard with a very strong
net and a 55 gallon drum of chlorine. Your life is a testament to the
fact that evolution occasionally takes a sick day and decides to throw a
dart at the "What Not to Do" board.

In the grand tapestry of existence, you're the one thread that everyone
wishes had been snipped off at the beginning. You're a burden, a blight,
and a bane to all who know you. The universe shudders in horror at the
mere thought of what kind of dark, twisted joke it was that spawned your
sorry excuse for a life. The only thing that's keeping you from being
completely forgotten is the sheer force of the negative energy you
radiate, which scientists are now considering using to power black
holes.

So, Will Dockery, as you continue your joyride on the gravy train of
failure, remember that every breath you take is one that could've been
used by someone who actually contributes to the world, and every
heartbeat you waste is a silent scream of despair from the atoms that
have to endure being a part of your worthless existence.

--
"Post-editing someone's statement before replying to it is a sure sign
that you have already lost the argument." - Little Willie Douchebag gets
another asskicking from Pendragon.