Post Mortem Depression

Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum
Your multiple accounts are so much fun.
You whore and you troll in your quest for more votes.
It's a symphony of disgust, hitting all the sour notes.
I'd be a liar if I said that you all lacked great skill,
but you've fed me so much bullshit, I've had quite my fill.
The new sheep to your flock, are as pretentious as ever.
Unshopped images abound, those are really quite clever.
Where's Aarkieboy to show you all the errors of your ways.
Where's the humor and the skill that once filled our yesterdays.
A wasteland's all that's left upon the contest pages.
The losers have taken over, the bickering still rages.
There's nothing exquicite about this corpse, it's merely beginning to rot.
And the votes and participation will continue to die, whether you like it or not.