Filk: Thank You (For Putting Up With Me At My Worst)

“Thank You (for putting up with my worst)

By Rossi.

Summary: Random Subreality filk, which mentions the round robins, amongst other things.

Disclaimers and Credits: Subreality is Kielle’s the song is The Whitlams’ “Thank You (For Loving Me At My Worst)” from the “Love This City” album.

Kielle and Dex are mentioned without permission, the Slippers belong to Abyss, and the Bouncer is the creation of Falstaff.

Rating: G



I shouldn’t have written,
I really shouldn’t have written,
But I posted, got some feedback,
So I took the plunge - and the Café was a war-zone.
We were glad that Kielle was there -
I was gladder for the Guinness.
I hung out on, I hung out on the boards.


I said: “Thank you, thank you, for putting up with my worst.”
If this isn’t fun it’s very close.
Can you see this world is shaping fast?
Can we be crazy for a few more fics?
Have I got them in me?


Got myself some avatar powers,
Wanted to go out and play with the heavy hitters.
That could have been the beginning of the end,
If I wasn’t already in the middle.
Continuity was confused, but then it cleared.
The RR was back on track.
I was hooked, full of love for the story;


I said: “Thank you, thank you, for putting up with my worst.”
If this isn’t fun it’s very close,
And this world is shaping up.
Can we be crazy for a few more posts?
Have I got them in me?


All those bright and heroic deeds,
All those grand betrayals.
Spare a thought for those out there on the edge,
Confused and bedazzled.
It’s you and me and the typodemons,
On the near side of dawn, heading for a crash.
Better save this bit if it doesn’t post…
Take an axe to ITW if it doesn’t post…


There’s a bar out there, called the SC,
Always Guinness and disgruntled fictives.
If I leave now, I can still get in,
Watch Dex find himself a young consort.
Writers of innumerable fictions are trying to drink more
Than the Slippers - the Bouncer is guarding the door.
I’ll finish my beer, chat with my Muse,


And say: “Thank you, thank you, for loving me at my worst.
Thank you, thank you, for loving me at my worst.”
If this isn’t fun it’s very close,
And this world is shaping up.
Can I be crazy for a few more years?
Have I got them in me?
If this isn’t fun it’s very close.
If this isn’t fun, it’s very close.
And this world is shaping up now…