Literatulis Paralyscosis;

as scientific as you’ll ever

be named,

A bane to the written arts,

I’d wish I could could chop you up

into infinite parts,

And toss your worthless carcass

somewhere worthy of an alibi,

I don’t mind taking the blame,

As long as you die,

And with that,

A favor from us writers;

Please get out of our

creative hovel,

Can’t you go somewhere

to be a freeloader?

I don’t care where you go,

The further, the better.