Is it a clue?

You vile rats will never find out.
I've seen the faces.
I've seen yours as well, and have been revolted, time and time again.
You write scathing remarks, and grasp at straws.
That is no life to live.
If I wanted you to know, you would.

I weep for you.

Attention, Attention.

You want attention.
You want validation.
You want people to think you're more than a pseudo-intellectual blowhard.
But they will never think that.
Because you're lacking in almost every department.
No one cares about you, let alone the silly websites you go to.
You're a waste of time.
You help people get through the mundane.

The few, the proud, the Farkers.

They're so full of lies and spite, that they can't stop vomitting.
Decency is thrown out the window.
Smiling at your face, with plans of bad mouthing you behind your back.