Accursed be the Dub-G-T whose tortured souls aspire
to spread the word through poetry 'mongst forums' muck and mire
Behold their desp'rate cries for help revealed between the lines
(Hey, if you ever see me "green", I'm up for a quick nine !)
"They stole my balls !", "The game is rigged !", infinitum , we hear
Conspiracies that haunt ones' dreams , abound, and yet I fear
to interject a somber note into frivolity,
"Clean up your act !" We doth beseech of thee, great Dub-G-T!
The "Multi-mess ?" "Sandbaggers Clubs ?" The gods are not amused
to see the lambs, to slaughter , led, and gaming laws abused.
Oh Beta-Man, put down our balls and save our Dub-G-T
Don't make me get poetical, again, Lord hear my plea
Oh Dub-G-T, my thanks to thee, although sometimes I b*tch
Now will somebody pretty please just fix the typing glitch !!!
Doc ;)