You, my friend, who specialize

In calling other people's efforts lies,

Who safeguard your own missing feats

By sniffing that the competition cheats,


I leave you with the same cliché

You use to damn your rival's day,

Defaming with your little snips

Potentially redemptive scripts:


By living in an endless snit

May you lack the compensatory wit

To discover, when you stumble on it,

That reputation-making sonnet:


May the decent world your

Slurs forget,

Or think you got them off the internet.