Mr. Pink, are you cool?
Ruddy, warm, fleshy or turning blue?
I look at your posts, Pink, and see glimpses
of another, tough, brilliance shining, SI winces
At his words, retreating, fleeing, fleecing
The ones who respectfully follow him most,
Our charming friend and host, a ghost
On these threads now, the world's great lover
In disguise, lurking under cover.
A strong man, brilliant, a friend,
We will remember him until the sad end
Tell us, is he you? Or, puzzled, do you
Read in this strange poem only a mysterious stew? |
