"I met a wanker from the western land
Who said: Two vast and trunksize legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half assed, a shattered visage lies, whose spork,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of faux apathy,
Tell that its life well those passions faked,
Which yet survive, stamped on this brainless thing,
The hands that mocked them, and the attention that fed,
And on the laptop these words appear:
"My name is *******, Queen of Batshit:
Look upon my wank, ye shitty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck; boundless and bare
The lone and level sands run far away."