[Iniquity]

Twas the nightmare that is Christmas, when all through the site
Not a creature was stirring, not even out of spite,
The stockings were hung by the crypt with care,
In hopes that no one was banned and their accounts were still there.
The members were sleeping all warm in their bed,
While their eyes rested before their monitors burnt them out of their heads,
And some mods in their 'boots’, others in shiny things that snap,
Had just settled their brains from deleting all the crap...
When out of the blue there arose such a clatter,
The members sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the site they flew like a flash,
Tore open the thread before their computers had crashed.
The “moon” in the picture, possibly of someone they know.
Gave the impression of how things this evening surely would go,
When, what to their disgusted eyes should appear,
But a new troll poster, about the 200th this year.
With a new post arriving, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment someone would say “Suck my dick”.
More rapid than eagles the cursers they came,
They whined, and shouted, and called some by name:
"Now, Dammit! now, WTF! now someone help please!
Oh, Come on! oh Quit it! oh, LMAO, and You’re such a sleaze!
To the top of the forum! It just wouldn’t fall!
Now Ban them! Ban them! Ban them all!"
As sure as the dry heaves that after the wild parties fly,
The troll poster meets many an adversary, both girl and guy,
So up to the top the post counts they flew,
With the thread full of hatred, and edited photo’s too.
And when the banning started the posts went through the roof
The nagging and whining of each wanting proof.
As many popped in their head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney a rouge moderator came with a bound.
They were pissed and their speech was all in a slur,
What happened after that was all such a blur.
A bundle of obscenities they had flung at the pack,
What’s wrong with this guy, is he smoking crack?.
His posts how they stung, even called a few a fairy!
His words they did hurt, over the internet that’s scary!
This was his attempt at humor, the members didn’t know.
All that they wished for was his brains out he would blow.
With a toke of their pipes, they held with their teeth,
As the thread got off track and they started searching for reef.
With a frown on their faces, occasionally turning to look at the telly
They got flustered when he laughed, which could explain why some replies were smelly.
He was rude and obnoxious and in love with himself,
But before long the mods put him on the shelf.
A blink and a nod, and another scroll through the thread
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to be read.
He typed no more words, the mods did their work,
And filled all the requests by banning the jerk,
And laying my finger on the X in the corner to close,
And giving a chuckle, of the drama that arose.
About to close the thread and continue my slumber,
I noticed the posts had increased by one more number.
I resisted the urge to take in the sight, and quietly said
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"