Poisoning the well

You don't even know me

You've never met me

Before you chatted live about me

we never crossed paths anywhere

Not online

Not over the phone

Not in person

Nowhere

Not once

I think that's important to realize

If you can't make your mind up

we will never get started

And I don't want to wind up

being parted, broken hearted

We have chatted a little since then

in the comments of your stream

And you didn't even realize

I was the blogger

You devoted over an hour

To demonize

To discredit

To slander

To exploit

You told me

that he denies

things you took

verbatim from his site

And perhaps I have even erased them by now

Don't fret

I haven't and I won't 

erase a single word

I can't even imagine 

why you would presume so

and say so to a complete stranger

That seemed like a tactic 

a spiteful child

or curmudgeonly old, self-aggrandizing bitch 

would use to poison the well

Perhaps I was the one with mistaken opinions

Perhaps you're a real geode

You won't admit you really love me

And so, how am I ever to know

You only tell me perhaps

I even suggested studying the book

about dating John's Apocalypse

which demonstrates convincingly

by overwhelming evidence

that it was not written in 95 a.d.

but rather most definitely before A.D. 70

You then said you were not sure

of that particular book

But you've read some in the past

Whatever that means

A million times I ask you

And then I ask you over again

You only answer perhaps

Perhaps you're just a joke with a concordance

And the spells you cast from your magic book

make people laugh and laugh and laugh

Perhaps

Perhaps

Perhaps