Wank Repeats Itself.
Okay, remember the poetiwank of Sweet Baby Ninetails? We seem to have returned to that position in the great circle of wank. A few days ago, a Mary-Sue named Sabriel was reported on Deleterius. Upon discovering this, the author had a cow, complete with, yes, a wanky poem:

They laugh at me,

poke fun at me,

and all I did was try.

I tried so hard

so very hard,

but all I can do now is cry.

Maybe I should go.

They want me to go;

they shove me out the door.

I wanted to write,

I thought I could write,

But I shall not write anymore.

My tears fall down

and down and down,

into the abyss of despair;

And not one of those people,

those wicked, evil people,

will ever, ever care.

Sadness took me,

sadness has taken me,

like the darkness has taken the light.

And no man,

not a single man,

will help me to stand and fight.

I have faded away,

so very far away,

past the greyness I have gone.

and though I am here;

and still I am here,

but no memory of me lives on.

Into shadow I have fallen.