So simple how they do it,
For I so angrily wondered how.
Their stats were unbelievable,
Each an over bloated cash cow.
Expose them for what they are,
Moral cheats and charlatans too.
Who do fabricate their rankings,
Thinking no-one will see through.
I know they'll read this message,
For they never really miss a trick.
They're simply too well established,
And their stats read great arithmetic.
So I'll give it another week,
See if they change their ways.
If not all will be revealed,
To ensure cheating never pays...
And I WILL upload Part 3.
The final part.
If I have to.
Cheater is always cheater Cheat ranking makes good poet never
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Curioser and curioser....Interesting revelation Shaun. It all goes back to the idea of simply concentrating on the quality of the poem rather than obsessing over points and gold. Too many Long John and Joan Silvers on here, rather than potential Audens, Brontes and Brownings, for my liking. I look forward to the final part with baited breath. It's certainly a treacherous ten from me!