A Rather Deep Ode to SoFurry

Story by Rags on SoFurry

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Now, I'm no Keats nor Coleridge

yet I'm sure you'll all agree,

my words are loved by those of us

who go to SoFurry.

These people like the fact that we

can be what just what we are

and be with those who share our love

of furry fandom power.

That power lies in not our groins,

but in our love for things

which make us people who believe

that porn should have no strings.

"The Truth is out there," Scully said.

"But so are lies, you see."

But lies are lies and truth is just

a fading memory.

The art that's posted on the line,

the stories long and short,

the music here that is, of course,

a very different sort.

But we, my droogs, we love it all,

for nothing here's to hate

except the fact that some of us

might actually be straight.

Reality, it seems to me,

just ruins all our lives.

But the only thing that truth can't reach

are things inside our minds.

So I will think of foxes fucking

while I sit in class.

Or maybe dragons making love

and then let that thought pass.

No matter what they say of us,

be words both mean and cruel,

they cannot understand quite why

SoFurry is our tool.

To laugh and look and sit and stroke

our fleshy shafts with smiles!

While others look at photographs,

we look at what's worthwhile.

We come we smile we sit awhile

we download, stare, and grin

and then we leave but then we only

sit right back down again...

...because...

The fandom feeds us, shows us, too

a way that things could be,

if everyone on planet Earth

would go to SoFurry.