The dossiers of facts lay strewn around
The blackened room, though dimly lit in blue;
The gleanings of the sordid things I've found
On Bellgab, Youtube, darker forums, too.
The monster that I stalk, and seek to slay,
Though its corporeal flesh is plain to see
On cluttered videos it posts every day,
I must admit, lives half inside of me.
O shiftless suckler of the public purse!
O persecutor of fair womankind!
It is with truth I slay thee, no mere curse,
And also slay the demon in my mind.
I must not falter, must not lose the train
Of thoughts, which darkly loom like thunderheads
Adrift on summer's heat, pregnant with rain
Like swollen, leaky, bursting waterbeds.
Ah, one more thing, for stamina's the key
To long-form shows: a bucket for my pee.