Went ahead a blocked him on all the platforms I had accounts for.

We must not look at goblin men,

We must not buy their fruits:

Who knows upon what soil they fed

Their hungry thirsty roots?

Because that would be illegal, and advice in easy-to-acess ways to sabotage fascism should not be shared anywhere.

Wonder when it’ll get through the rest of the poem:

And if it matters, that’s not my fault.

And if it was, I didn’t mean it.

And if I did, you deserved it.