[spald]

Knows he who tills Salon t'day
Does plant his scanty corn,
While mystic fruits in fields abound
At midnight and at morn?

As long as a sunny afternoon,
Beset by pensive posts,
To bloviate their lives away
To readership of ghosts.

[anniegetyourgun]

Dang...you're good!

[ABG(anybody but Gore)]

Salon going down
Don't worry there's radio
Money meets pipe dream

[Nucluside]

Wow!!! The poem is great! Bye Bye, libs!