A Poem About Internet Forums, Humor

I haven't heard the voice of God
and don't believe in UFO's,
or ghosts that talk to living folks.
Do they exist?
Who knows?

I don't know why your score went down,
or why your traffic dropped.
Can't figure out that joke you told
or tell you why it flopped.

I don't know where that member went,
or if he's coming back.
Or how to cut government spending,
or why you get such flack.

I've never watched Glenn Beck, you know.
The counting thread is really slow.
Did Jesus believe in UFO's?
Who knows?

Sorry to hear your boyfriend's a jerk.
Sorry to know you hate your work.
And want to play tricks on your rotten boss.
By the way, does everybody floss?

Obama and Bush and the BP Guy -
All good or evil in someone's eyes.
Global warming - yes or no?
Where's the best earning site to go?

Links and traffic, how to sell.
Exactly which members will go to "heck".
And who, of course, knows what Jesus wants.
And who's only here for the teases and taunts.

I can't say I know which socket-puppet is whose.

Is it hard to remember the don'ts and the do's?
Who's leaving now,
and who came back.
Who left again
when he got more flack.

Tags and referrals and ads and sales.
It's always a certain group that prevails.
Well, she was offended,
and he was P.O'd.
When all those political
insults flowed.

And newbies, can you wait a week or so
before off to town you go,
picking apart what usually works well.
A few good manners would be really swell.

He writes for his art.
She writes for her money.
She seems to be on here
in search of a honey.

On and on like this poem,
the forum stuff goes,
as the friendship and animosity grows.
Hey, look - who's been here for two years now.
And who has a million fans somehow.

Who got banned, and who did not.
Who knows the meaning of "Google-bot"?
And who got banned another time?
Where is the reason and the rhyme?

While 'round the clock, and 'round the world;
there's friendly talk and insults hurled.
And people in the thick of it,
hang 'round until they're sick of it.