(With due apologies to R.E.M.)

The blogging department, 3 a.m.,
Spam trash has killed off the comments.
Invectives are posted,
No trackbacks, restraints.
Technorati’s calm.

A-list is present,
Pundits abound,
All set for a bold cataclysm.

I must today start a bloggers‘ fray,
My PageRank’s been too long at bay!
Feed reader.

RSS, Atom are marking
Their territories.
They’re feeding the blogs with
Yahoo’s most popular stories.

Look at my site, my links shine bright,
Look at my site, I blog at night.

I must today start a bloggers‘ fray,
My PageRank’s been too long at bay!
Don’t ping me with so much.
Feed reader.

I cried the other night:
Bandwidth bill has arrived,
For rants against copyright
And furious blogrolling.

Look at my site, my links shine bright,
Look at my site, I blog at night.

I must today start a bloggers‘ fray,
My PageRank’s been too long at bay!
Don’t ping me with so much.
My PageRank, it seems, is stuck on 2,
How can that not be bothering you?
Nobody’s quoting me.
Agony.
Feed reader.