Poem Contest

[BluudBath]

Not sure where to post, but here it is:

There once was a player called Mit
He was always a huge counterfeit
Though, he always euphoric
When it came to moderating
He would be contemplating
At all the false reports
From people who didn't support
There were some people who liked him
Some who disliked him
But at least he did the job

Until one day, Mit's mind went astray
He started to say:
That Obama shouldn't exist
Other people assisted,
And one other person disagreed
And said that Mit should be; indeed
Be deported from the US of A
And sent to Guantanamo Bay
Mit rose up and fought back
And both of them weren't intact,
Each of their arguments flawed
And everyone else sat back and lawled
The shots were fired
And there wasn't a winner

Mit's fate was in the hands of the owner
He became the bestower
And gave the gift of Mit's demotion

So that's the story of Mit
Some of us want to hit
Some of us want to cheer
But, in upcoming year
Will there be a second coming
Of another good becoming
For the next mod
So that's the story of Mit