A Poem to a Dying Forum

This forum is dying,
if it is not already dead.
The cheese is missing,
why not try the bacon instead?

Beware of this self fulfilling mentor,
building his castle of a thousand posts.
In a sheep skin he wore,
selling products is of the utmost.

He dug the lively forum a grave,
and chased away the humanly souls.
The guardian is not that brave,
to drive those nails down his toes.

This is no longer the old wallstraits,
no, but no, I am not sad.
Unfortunate that it couldn't stand straight,
really, I have nothing more to add.