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Anthony Pierre Nov 2019
How a humble son of Scotland
Fought to enviable height
First a paratrooper captain
Then as a British knight

This witty chap from Glasgow
Loaned himself, a decorated past
From Distinguished Service Order
To NATO's advisory cast

As the press took him in notice
His wiki posts drew no pity
As with his tale of valour
He was defamed: "Sir Walter Mitty"
Historical account: A Tale of Valour
Bexis Aug 2018
Dear trolls,
Just so you know, your comments don't mean much.
You think you know something to be true.
Well hate to break it to you, but you're wrong.
Everything you think you know is way off base.
I thought I should let you know.
We do this for entertainment sake.
So be confused but don't hate.

Sincerely,
Bexis

P.S. This is a poetry site not Facebook it should be about the art.

P.S.S I like tacos

P.S.S.S Hi!
Not a puppet account. Especially since I don't like puppets.
another multiple account holder
has made Cello Poetry his
abode
where he's posting under many
a different authoring
code

he was initially known as
Brando
Build
then he added a few more
to his prospering
guild

the syndication now hosts
Slick Shaz, Fruity Rot and
Tuppence
which is quite an extensive
confluence

what title will he choose
next
his whole charade has got
right out of
context
so say voices who do well know
they're multiplying by the score
an exact total out of show
it's possible there's millions more*

they're multiplying by the score
every day numbers keep rising
it's possible there's millions more
these huge counts ever surprising

every day numbers keep rising
alias names being concealed
these huge counts ever surprising
genuine stats rarely revealed

alias names being concealed
under our radar they all slip
genuine stats rarely revealed
each one an unstated ship

under our radar they all slip
incognito account holders
each one an unstated ship
we're never privy to their folders

incognito account holders
an exact total out of show
we're never privy to their folders
*so say voices who do well know
her one and only claim to fame*
was not a reputable asset
indeed it bought upon her shame

around the ears we weren't wet
accounts galore she'd create
was not a reputable asset

she e'en had some on a sleeper plate
the guises used didn't fool a bit
accounts galore she'd create

why the need for many an outfit?
multiple costumes being worn
the guises didn't fool a bit

ever other identities were born
writing under trillions of naming tags
multiple costumes being worn

but viewers were wise to her wags
writing under a trillion naming tags
her one and only claim to fame
*indeed it bought upon her shame
Nirvana Dec 2015
You are there in all my mails
Though in attaining you I fail
You're there in all my accounts
Coz to your memories I'm eternally bound

Your name is my password
The date we met is the security check
Your messages now are mere words
To find the fault I'm reading it (messages) all back

With your thought I slept
Your portrait is on the rack
To which I stare all night through my shroud
With million thoughts and million doubts

The portrait still hangs at its place
But you are not here to solace
The insane heart still stares all the night long
But to you probably i'm a forgotten/old song
    
I'll delete it (mails and accounts) all
like one delete account's history
I may move on and stand tall
but you'll be an unsolved mystery¬°¬°¬°

— The End —