The first thing this particular thread demonstrates is that you can set up all the cut-offs and screens and measures to guarantee a blind submission that you want, and there are still blind submission and there are blind submissions, and if people insist on having their own particular style and sense of humor, well that defeats it, doesn't it? So the 500 pound Duke of Fensterwald award for being the first one to identify the submitter of this thread has been cancelled, and the fact that I'm not sure whether pounds and guineas still exist, or it's all Euros now, is only part of the reason.
If it turns out there is a God, I will definitely feel a good deal better about it if it turns out that he (the poem makes it clear that this particular God is a guy, which is a great comfort to us traditionalists) is as deft with rhyme and meter and language as this deity. Any God who says, "I'm a crude existential malpractice/And you are a diet of worms," is my kinda God, and worth a dozen smiters. Delicious poem.
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