Oh say a prayer for poor Rapaire,
Who posted once with brilliance here,
And crafted witty fast rebuttal
(Albeit with some brag and struttal).

But bright and worldly were his letters,
And made their Mother-thread seem better,
And often made a reader smile,
Through many a post-filled ASCII mile.

But now, his brain has become rotten
His posts ill-framed, and misbegotten
His brilliance once both clear and rising
Has fallen dark, from Plagiarizing.

There is no doubt, say Doctor Seuss,
That organs fail through self-abuse.
And 'though I do not mean to scare,
This is the case with our Rapaire.

Enthralled by fame, by glory's strobes,
He overworked his frontal lobes,
Believing it would make him younger,
And satiate his desperate hunger.

But never somehow satisfied
With works his own, he, out of pride
Began to stuff his bright outpouring
WIth other's works -- which made him boring.

And failing to acheive the fame
He sought, by hiding others' names,
He did it more! A process, viral,
Which led him into a dwindling spiral.

Hoping to set his own star rising,
He turned e'en more to plagiarizing,
Offering brilliance of the past
As stuf that he'd come up with, fast.

This artificial stimulation
By borrowing others' ideations,
Did overload, like cruel cocaine,
Creative centers in his brain.

At last he came to his darkest hour,
When even this second-handed power
Began to falter. It made him wail,
To think his powers thus should fail.

And out of desperation, he
Embracing mediocrity,
Insisted he would strut his stuff
By posting arithmetic fluff.

Huge chains of numbers he was gleaning,
Free of contexct, free of meaning,
And truly, the only reason why
Was that there was a good supply.

And now he sits, his brain collapsing,
Into degraded mumbling lapsing,
Counting the birds that cross the sky,
And offering to post more Pi

Or other forms of thread-disgraces
Like i to thirteen hundred places,
And posting just for posting's sake
The binary of Finnegan's Wake!

A wasted man, who once was great.
Now, mumbled numbers is his fate.
Dear friend, a wiser path pray choose,
And shun Rapaire's sad self-abuse!

Garrison Purity Winebottom
Moral Verses for Young People
Boston, 1887