Puppymandias

I met a traveler from the manosphere
Who said: “Two vast and pointless walls of text
Stand on a website. near them there appears,
An author promo photograph, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that the camera well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Vox Day, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The empty awards shelves stretch far away

(Oh, and unlike John C Wright, I can spell Shelley)

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5 Responses to Puppymandias

  1. Well, that was inspired.

    Here is another one for you.

    Puppy boys, are you grieving
    Over over all your dreams unweaving?
    Dreams, like the things you scam, you
    With your dead thoughts care for, can you?
    Ah! as your lies grow older
    The world does see your fables colder
    By and by, nor spare a sigh
    Though heaps of scribbled garbage lie;
    And yet you will weep and know why.
    Now no matter, pup, the name:
    Readers’ truths are the same.
    Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
    What bigots say, is vile, unblessed:
    It is the blight duds was born for,
    It is puppies that you mourn for.

  2. James Brough says:

    *Applause*

  3. plok says:

    Hilarious!

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