Surfing

Fisking in a sea of words, almost infinite, seeking always errors

Acorns adrift in the web the spider weaves

Betas in a tank, testing, testing, testing the waters of the ocean’s surf

Phishing along the shores of a digital lake, surrounded on all sides by sharks

Put on your boots and rom along the beaches

Always etailing, money ever on the mind of the new age beach boys

Under construction, never complete, in an infinite terraverse

Zotting the flaming trolls who stalk the night, cyber villains falsely charging

“censorship” in the void of space.

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He said, "Why should I tarry?"

And smiled with tranquil eye;

"In destinies sad or merry,

True men can but try."

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

(Lines 562-565)