Pusillanimousanonymousonesgivingvoters.

It seems some are afraid to "speak"
Their minds when giving bad
Reviews of parodies; their pique
Is hidden, and that's sad.

They give ones and don't write a word.
Why's that, do you suppose?

Well, here's a word that's just occurred
For every blushing rose:

Pusillanimousanonymousonesgivingvoters.
Of nerve to reveal themselves,
They ain't got an iota.
Would I go too far to say
They're unevolved biota?
Pusillanimousanonymousonesgivingvoters.

There's never any wisdom pearls—
Never a flame or vent.
We don't know why they vote that way;
A name is never sent.

Their dukes are on the keyboard,
Punching in ones, gleefully.
Why won't they also punch a name
For all of us to see?

Pusillanimousanonymousonesgivingvoters.
Of nerve to reveal themselves,
They ain't got an iota.
Would I go too far to say
They're unevolved biota?
Pusillanimousanonymousonesgivingvoters.

The cat's got their digital tongue;
They've got nothing to say.
But there's another word for cat
That explains how they play.

All this is just commentary—
I ain't out to cause strife

So I'll be nice and will not say,
Why don't you get a life?