It must surely be a signal
Of a virtue you hold dear,
When you mock a virtue signal
In a mode your peeps can hear.
You are filled with righteous anger,
Your pen wielded like a sword,
But I know I speak for others
When I say, frankly, we’re bored.
Prompted by an assholish response to a helpful piece. Thanks for the heads-up Papa Kitty and Poe.