Poems: Please Change the Statesman's Crotch Login Screen

I saw the best minds of the player base destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the Hellion streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
Kheldian hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
Lost, poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up preaching in the supernatural darkness of
Clockwork sewers, gloating across the tops of cities
contemplating Riktification,
who bared their brains to Vahzilok and Crey and
saw Incarnate angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Croatoa and "Who Will Die?" tragedy
among the forum elite,
who were Propelled by the Menders toward crazy &
publishing obscene odes like "Kill Skuls,"
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear,
burning their points on vanity pets and listening
to WSPDR radio,
who got Street Justice vorpalled to the head
with Titan Weapons and Dark Control,
who fought fire in Steel Canyon or Tested the Waters
with Back Alley, got debt, converted their
enhancements night after night
with teams, iTrials, with Dark Astoria,
alcohol and Statesman's crotch ...

Battle not with crotches lest ye become crotchless, and if you gaze into the Statescrotch the Statescrotch gazes into you...

His crotch was like a red red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
His crotch came with a melodie,
The "logging in now" tune.

So fair wast thou, broad Statesman's crotch,
So deep in awe was I;
And I will grimace still, eye sore,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
And I will grimace still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, great Statesman's crotch
And fare thee weel, a while!
And do not come again, great crotch,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

*clap clap clap clap*

Today will be a good day. A triumphant day, as Statesman's crotch will be no more. Bid it farewell all!

To quote Henry Jones Sr.,
"Our situation has not improved."

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