Come ponies and spammers
Who prophesies with your posts
And keep your browsers wide
The chance won’t come soon again
And don’t post too soon
For the thread’s still in spin
And there’s no telling who
That it’s naming.

Come Jack Spicer, Bronies
Please head the call
Don’t troll in the doorway
Don’t get trolled in the hall
For he who gets butthurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle inside
And it is raging’
It’ll soon shake your browsers
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’

Come trolls and spammers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your hated pony posters
Are beyond your command
Your old ways are
Rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend a hand
For the boards they are a-changin’

The line is drawn
The post is cast
The slow thread now
Will later be fast
As the present hate
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadein’
And the first poster now
Will later be last
For the boards they are a-changin’

Come gather ‘round spammers
Wherever you roam
And admit that the threads
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll soon call them home
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start posting
Or you’ll be forever alone
For the boards they are a-changin’

The Wastelander, March 27, 2011