[!filk] Do note that every time I use the word "forum", it should be pronounced "form", and not "for-um". Also, I'm assuming "Frederick" is pronounced "Fredrick", because I'm dumb. [/!filk]
The Frederick Memorial Forum
by Eli Young (Elyscape)
Apologies to Pink Floyd
Take all the raging otaku away somewhere
Give them a forum, somewhere to flame the unknown
The Frederick Memorial
Forum for Unstoppable Ficcers and Fans
Comics appear at the site on some days
And they post their fanworks
Fanfics, filks, and RPs
Fighting over stupid things, they bleed.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, veteran stars,
Mrs. Shadow and Nights, Mrs. Meagen, and BeMe,
Mr. Vorlon seems happy.
The ghosts of the leaving,
And the comics of Vagrant.
And now, adding flavor, a horde of anonymous, OCD-inflicted
Filkers reviewing CGs.
Were they expected to treat newbs with any respect?
They can guess at the story and play at their games,
And abuse themselves, oftentimes throwing flames.
"You bitch!" "Cockbite!" Now they're all gone.
Under the faltering gaze of a "great" mod's eye
They'll be speculating
About Miho and Ping
In the Frederick Memorial
Forum for Quite Breakable People Who Read MT
Seems like a posting spree.
No one even cares at all
Why did this have to happen? Why all the brawls?
The Fletcher Memorial Home
by Pink Floyd
Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
Build them a home, a little place of their own.
The Fletcher Memorial
Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.
They can appear to themselves every day
On closed circuit T.V.
To make sure they're still real.
It's the only connection they feel.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig,
Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisly,
Mr. Brezhnev and party.
The ghost of McCarthy,
And the memories of Nixon.
And now, adding color, a group of anonymous Latin-American
Meat packing glitterati.
Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
They can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles,
And amuse themselves playing games for awhile.
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead.
Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
With their favorite toys
They'll be good girls and boys
In the Fletcher Memorial
Home for Colonial Wasters of Life and Limb.
Is everyone in?
Are you having a nice time?
Now the final solution can be applied.