Ex-ex CEO Yishan. "I actually asked that he be on the board when I joined; I used to respect Alexis Ohanian. After this, not quite so much." kn0thing responds.

That was glorious. Here it is with proper formatting:

A Visit from St. Yishan

'Twas a few nights Post-Dramadan, when all through the site

Not a kernel was popping, not a single fight.

The flair was hung from the subreddits with care,

In hopes that the Admins soon would be there.

/r/conspiracy was nestled all snug in their heads,

Visions of 9/11 danced in their heads,

And Yishan with his ex-chief, and I with my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long summer's nap.

When out in the servers there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

I opened a window, and didn't update flash,

Tabbed open the front page, and smoked up some hash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen hoe

Gave the lustre of midday to comments below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a gilded thread and eight tiny mods here.

With comments all rolling, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Yish.

More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now Yishan! Now Unidan! Now, Victoria and Ellen!

On, Blog! On, Circlebroke! On, KiA and Conspiracy!

To the top of the windows! to the top of the wall!

Now flame away! flame away! flame away all!"

As drama leaves that before the dramawaves fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the thread full of joys, and St. Yishan too.

And then, in a tinkling, I heard on the roof

The bitching and howling of each little goof.

As I drew in my head and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Yish came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with popcorn and soot.

A thread full of boys he had flung on their back,

And he looked like a pedo just exposing his sack.

His eyes--how they crinkled! His pimples, how cherry!

His cheeks were like roses, his ass like a berry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chins were as white as the snow.

The stump of a dickbutt he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had a great deal to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work

Aand filled all the threads, then turned with a circlejerk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the frontpage he rose.

He sprang to his thread, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like they sat on a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Popcorn to all, and to all a good night!"

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