‘Twas the night before Christmas on DeviantArt,
Not a paintbrush was stirring, and creators took heart.
The artists scrolled through Daily Deviations with care
Knowing kindred warm-fuzzies soon would be there.
Deviants were all swiping, all snug on their phones
While visions of inspiration across all time zones
Were zapped to their smart device, quick as can be,
At the tap of a button in a +Fav’ing spree!
When across the Interwebs there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the Comments to see what was the matter,
“I’m bored,” the Journal wrote, “I’m on a long trip, too.
I don’t have my laptop, an
I watch maggots swirl
Perfect in their blithe patterns
Full of ecstasy
They surrender peace
Silent songs frenetic tunes
Dance of many ages
Timeless dance macabre
Drowned in whisky down the drain
These frozen gaunt ghosts