This is a poem to “The Cynth”

Who rambles on and makes no sense

With a few pennies she starts her offense

 She comes to the forum, to give her two cents

About her ramblings and goings on

And thinking a battle of wits she has won

She tries and tries with all her might

To make others look bad all day and all night

We suppose that the liberal side of her life

Has taken a toll, still no one on her side

So off to battle she goes to win a war

Of words against herself, she’s mental to the core

In her ramblings she begins her guile

Of being one person, then another for denial

Locked on the mental ward she should be

For one to be another and trying to deceive

On a message board where everyone sees

Who they are by use of their IP

Yes that be “The Cynth”, all tattered and torn

The mindless squabbling of a female forlorn

“The Cynth” who battles mostly amongst herself

All agree she needs mental help

For anyone who continues to impersonate

Another in the cyber world need locked behind gates

Finally her mind snapped from all the crud

Or was she just born this way, we all shrug

Possibly one to many times dropped on her head

To bad one fall didn’t....oops that can’t be said

Oh well “Cynth” maybe there’s hope yet

the men in white coats will catch you in their net.