From the group that combats the Wikia skin, the Anti-Wikia alliance.
I'm an admin on several wikis that have moved off of Wikia and I plan on sticking them up here when I get the chance.
I wrote this poem a while back about getting blocked from wikia or something. It's stupid, I know, but it wants to live somewhere, and I thought here might work.
- Talking, talking, all day long
- Talking to the dying song
- Talking right or talking wrong?
- The shadows never see.
- Behind the door where no one goes
- Things are true that no one knows
- Seeds of things that no one sows
- No one else but me.
- There are reasons why they keep
- Secrets from the ones that sleep:
- Shut away and hidden deep
- The truth has much to say.
- Talking never was a right;
- When they snatch it out of sight
- Do not put up any fight –
- Quickly run away.