MichaelManndias

I met a modeller from their tenure banned
Who said: a vast and goateed ego drones
On in the Literature. Read him witlessly grandstand
Half drunk, with power and lies, reject unknowns
With wrinkled lip, and smearing out of hand
Peers and colleagues he has left for dead
Who yet survive despite the bile he brings
The tweets that mocked them and debate he fled.

And in the Abstract these words appear:
‘My name is MichaelManndias, Lord of Rings,
Look on my novel stats work, and despair!’
Nothing of worth remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal dreck, pointless and bare,
The low and level trends veer far away.