Little boy Blue, social media guru, play with your tiny horn until your lips are blistered and your bony fingers are worn. Preening boy Blue, amazed by all you do, is there nothing you won't say in your constant quest for praise? Your dry deeds are only clicks away because posting them's what you do all day. Righteous boy Blue, sitting alone in your pew, you are the sun and air - the gaudiest billboard in Times Square. In a beat-up bathrobe you decide all - a wicked judge with a cellular maul. You render rulings in a few bytes or less. You condemn instantly but you do not bless.
Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief