A Poem for the Topix Forum

What an amusing little Forum this is
with its adjectival ratings
and its total HTML fail.

Cute.

Look at all the funny little people,
with their ever-changing names
and their never-changing rocks.

I could write a program
of most of these people
That would be slightly more amusing
And I'm not even a trained programmer
though I had promise.

I really did. I understood
the whole decision loop thing.
These people don't have a lot of forks
in their trees.

Give me a week to work it out.
I'm a quick study.

Occasionally one runs across
Intelligence
It's always sort of a shock
Like really pretty slime mold

And I like slime mold
I think slime mold is cool
Some of my best friends are into slime mold
They have posted me
beautiful photographs of slime mold.

And then there is Topix
which is a lot less complicated than slime mold
although in its own simple way
Kind of geometric.

And nowhere near as pretty.

Still, occasionally
a stalk pops up from the fungi
With a head with a brain
And we trade comments

such as:
"The windmills here aren't even worth the tilting"

or

"I kind of agree."

And then, fungal me
I go and write more stuff at them
I use my writing like soft napalm
to gently burn away their shells.

They don't like that, much
those Topix creatures.

I could become dozens of them. I could become
an entire Jerry Springer Show all by myself
Right there on Topix.

The main reason
I do not do this
is because I'm already crazy enough. However

Should I decide
that I'm making progress, becoming stable
Planting the good garden, being the good citizen
Making a change that isn't about clothing

It's helpful to know
that I'll have a
fallback
position.