Poem about an unhelpful fellow scribe whose assistance never quite works out.
This is one triond writer that really does live up to their name
Useless 786 will probably never be prepared to take the blame
For the computer virus tacked on to the supposed wonder hack
That was touted all across triond as a marvellous views attack
You would, in theory, use this download, pushing up your views
To heights you never thought to reach, banishing views blues
But truth is cruel, the claims a fiction, the download sore infected
with a nasty virus that my computer comprehensively rejected
Never got the chance to sample the benefits of this super present
Just grateful that my firewall prevented it from being too unpleasant
I have to say to useless, that it would really be quite handy
If anything they recommended turned out to be fine and dandy
Instead of which, on every occasion that yjey offered free advice
It turned out to be a crock of shit, no wonder folk think twice
About taking up these dodgy offers, not at all sure they’re well meant
I’d like to bill poor useless 786 for all that wasted time I spent
If anyone is seeking to help out their struggling fellow scribes
Perhaps they should think twice about those truly nasty vibes
that major disappointments cause, when every well-meant piece of advice
turns out to be another rotten apple, and anything but nice
Time to change that useless tag, and to give up trying to help
All that assistance has caused up to now is a strong desire to yelp
That nothing you recommend works out, that you need to give it a rest.
Useless, leave us all alone, I think that would be best.
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