MORGAN DISSED IN 7,6
By
Ona Sostakas
Timeline: Time Unknown
Author's E-Mail: ona@umd.umich.edu
MORGAN DISSED IN 7,6
by Ona SostakasMary said that it must rhyme
If Morgan I must diss
Took her words deep to my heart
And then came up with this
"Space Fudd" is what he's been called
Though Mary's not impressed
Said we must do much better
Before she'll be distressed
Thus this little diatribe
Was written just for her
To raise up all her hackles
And ruffle up her fur
Selfish, sneaky, low-life worm
Who left Danz there to die
Jettisoned that pod with Bess
And never thought to cry
On the planet far below
Stories he weaved and told
"Hero!" to them all Bess cried
Though most were just left cold
Last to help and first to stop
Never a helping hand
In V.R. he'd rather be
Eating or with his band
Geolocked G889
And freed it that is true
If he hadn't been coerced
Then Yale'd have died, too
Whelen left him in a tree
Hanging like a bat
Eden Project looked for him
They'd rather find a cat
It's argued that he's craven
And that he's one big turd
He would say he's innocent
But who would take HIS word?
It's said that he's more human
Perhaps that's what we see
Would you trust him not to run
If there a grendler be?
Before you cry, "That's not fair!"
"For Danz he gave his shirt!"
Recall each time he was ~brave~
There's more times he's just dirt
If a kind man Morgan was
And not so much a joke
Then they might not hate the guy
And look down on the bloke
Can we blame his mother dear
For raising such a boy?
Or does it rest all on him
That nasty grendler toy?
Insecure of her dad, too
Yes, Morgan is a mess
Made her leave with no good-bye
What were you thinking Bess?
Save your own skin, that's his creed
And thinks that he's allowed
Back home true that may have been
But not here with this crowd
If you want a stand-up guy
Then elsewhere you must look
Morgan's heart is not true blue
By nature he's a crook
Even with his wifey dear
He'll use her like a pawn
Cried about her dad to her
Then boffed her on the lawn
Were he just more of a man
And fairly take his turn
Then they might think kind of him
Not wishing that he'd burn
When they build the town all new
He'll make himself the top
With some luck they'll take him down
With just one well placed pop
The debate goes on and on
Is Morgan friend or foe?
He the kobas knocked out cold
It seems they're in the know
So, misunderstood is he?
Or is he just a putz?
Wretched, evil, nasty man?
A pain in all their butts?
Many will debate the man
And more just want his head
Others are quite kind to him
But most just wish him dead
Of him is there good to say
A small thing if at that?
No, we fear there is nothing
He's just a whiney brat
In the end they must decide
To hurt or kill or maim
But no matter what they do
He has himself to blame
/^/^\oO/^\^\---The above belongs to me
I'm totally to blame
If you have something to say
Even if it's a flame
Write me back to this address
But know it's just a game
Mary tossed a gauntlet down
To not respond is lame---/^/^\Oo/^\^\
This text file was ran through PERL script made by Andy. Original text file is available in Andy's Earth 2 Fan Fiction Archive.