Goodbye Mr. E.

Goodbye Mr. E
Though I never knew you at all
Your nappies held the piss
You took from those who bawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they drove nails in your brain
They set you on the blogmill
And they made you bleed with rage

And it seems to me you blogged your words
Like a baby with the wind
Always certain who to spew on
When the rage set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was new to this
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever will

Blogging took such time
The time you need for other things
Bloggywood created a superstar
And rage was the price you paid
Even now you've stopped
Oh the blogs remember you
All the whiners had to say
Was that Eugenides could be a bit rude

And it seems to me you blogged your words
Like a baby with the wind
Always certain who to spew on
When the rage set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was new to this
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever will

Goodbye Mr E.
Though I never knew you at all
You had the fury in yourself
While others merely scrawled
Goodbye Mr. E.
From the young backwater blog
Who sees you as something to aspire to
More than just our enraged infant.

And it seems to me you blogged your words
Like a baby with the wind
Always certain who to spew on
When the rage set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was new to this
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever will




(Okay, a rush job, not the best, but it was short notice and I'm a third of the way down a bottle of Monkey Shoulder and not showing signs of stopping. If you want sense, I'd tell you where to find it if I knew).