On usenet, just another normal day.
In quiet corners disputes wend their way
Restrainedly on bondage, loud on dice,
Quixotically on healthcare, droll on ice,
Quite passionately on the way to write
And fast and free on books, all day, all night.
No tinselled turkeys here, no slick false glitz,
Goodwill extends all year, except to twits,
And nobody is here because they must.
The level of debate implies a trust
That words get thoughts across, that talk is good
And “here” exists, (no reason why it should).
When Christmas cheer and smiles are wearing thin
One more unwanted present hits the bin
I think of those I care for, far away
On usenet, just another normal day.
