Cursed to life with Noobs
Trolls say my years are great, so I am told,
and worn with flames of online wars,
and long to post on some quiet well moderated world,
forlorn of noobs, beneath the progress bars.
These halfwits prattle while I hold my tongue,
and flaunt their dreadful spelling freely —
They are but fools to me, time not yet done,
With knowledge gained (at least in theory.)
I cannot tell what regs I bore,
what fools I’ve muted, nor what trolls I’ve passed,
yet through my dreams there runs the endless roar
of online battles where my wits have clashed.
Jape upon jape enduring, Lan on Lan,
missed by the banning mod, the spammers loose,
through endless mangled typos till I stand,
a wise old hand, cursed to life with noobs.
( with apologies to R. E Howard)