Non-Sequitur to Common Sense (The Lord's Name Is Debbie btw)

Who writes this non- sequitur Meter of non-sense? Promise not to applaud Writer's that don't leave comments They're like ugly, bra-less broads Smugly speaking to one of the crudest, prudish gods Talking on and on in vain While jawless we yawn They're so drunk they've forgotten the lord's name! Odds are that the rotten aim Of these lawless, hackneyed frauds Is a need to have had the ficly codfish slain Beneath polished masterpieces they post in frames Made of apex predator teeth, a self editor's belief, and the scalped manes Of the lion's they claim to have tamed And it's so sad when they don't obtain The acclaim they may deserve And wane into a slump of pain sloping like the moon's curve They tend to amble into the bar I bartend Sending me the same open-ended question, "Why no selection...?" I remain plain and say "There's only one answer I serve Without absurd misdirection stirred into any word"... They lean in for a closer inspection "It's called common sense-- leave comments-- and you'll be heard"