Okay, it’s not a rant about his songs (more like a tribute), but I am just sick and tired of Fenris having all the fun. The Love Song of J. Alfred Fenris
Let us go then, you and I,
When the posts are spread out against the sky
Like Mr. Adams etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted threads,
The muttering heads
Of restless nights while surfing for the porn
And listless sites deserving of our scorn:
Threads that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question . . .
Oh, do not ask, ‘What is Fenris?’
Let us go and find his bliss.