
By Colby Malsbury
(With apologies to Alfred Noyes and The Highwayman)
The time was four in the morning – the place Mom’s downstairs den.
The Net was a ghastly cauldron of rampant fear porn…..again.
The Nerd was at his laptop, carrying the war forth true.
And the Narrative kept trending….
Trending….trending….
The Narrative kept trending, like a rock in your favorite shoe.
The Nerd was drench’d in stink-sweat, watching Twitter scroll by.
The Narrative was mass starvation – surely we must all die!