A Rather Deep Ode to SoFurry
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.