The Ghosters

Rudeness and Hypocrisy--
These are the subjects at which they excel,
The manipulators of tender emotions.
They prowl online and seek to deceive,
And the instant when they seem most earnest,
They turn tail and run like nefarious thieves.
The X-, Y-, and Z-ers know the score:
They perfected these cowardly tricks together,
Preying on peers to such an extent
That the verb "to ghost" sprang into our parlance,
Sank fangs into virtuous, honest newbs;
Thus the villainous game of tag-and-quit
Gangrenes to the point of widespread necrosis,
And now the whole etherspace wantonly plays it.
Shame on you all! And may you all perish
In lonely, icewatery prisons of self.
This sentence I pass in the name of Revenge,
A bitter bite, a sterile slap
On behalf of the lambs that you haunted in life.