A/N: Yeah, a second chapter. No, not another "polite flame" to the original fiction writers. This one's for the flamers :).

A basic overview? I'm sick of the flaming going on (hypocritical, I know, coming from me, of all people). I'm not saying we shouldn't yell at original fiction writers, no. But when flames consist of a string of the most vulgar profanities we can find- just because? It's getting ridiculous. I'm embarrassed to be part of the Wicked fandom right now. So embarrassed.

See an original fiction? Well, yeah, that sucks. Report it. Don't flame it. If you must comment, simply tell the owner to remove it. As politely as possible.

A Notice to the Original Fiction Flamers

If a flame is salvation, a flame is damnation
It is eternity as it is ephemerality
The words are poison, poison
And poison's effect is forever
Even if the poison itself
Is only a temporary fix
To the problem at hand.

With a loathing sigh one looks forward and says 'Oh, how I hate thee,'
When with a self-loathing sigh one's actions say, 'Oh, how I hate me.'
So at all times you must be wary your words shall not be
Taken at a hypocritical face value
In fact, the best way to avoid such circumstances is
To purely avoid.

The night is closing in but the ruby-red inferno flickers brighter than the slippers,
Hotter than the Ozians' tempers, faster than the Witch's wit.
Observe: the best way to put out a fire?

Stop supplying fuel.

In case anyone's interested, the format for the first poem was Elizabeth Barrett Browning's "How Do I Love Thee?"

This one's Delmore Schwartz's "Phoenix Lyrics."