If you can keep your head when all about you
Are claiming trophies that they think they’re due,
If you can nominate the works that please you,
While letting others have opinions too;
If you don’t get yourself provoked by slating,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And don’t blackball the people you despise:
If you can blog—and not make blogs your master;
If you can list—and not make lists your aim;
If you respect the winners and the losers
And try to treat the finalists the same,
If you hold back when words that have been quoted
Are turned against you by black-knighting fools,
And let your favorite authors get outvoted
Without rushing to fiddle with the rules:
If you can vote for what you find deserving
Without throwing a tantrum when it’s lost,
Or posting angry rants that look self-serving,
Or calling other people’s writing dross;
If you can cultivate some introspection,
Stop ramming through amendments at each Con,
And when trolls pop up in your comments section,
Stifle the urge which says to you: ‘Pile on!’
If you can celebrate the best among you,
Not shunning those with whom you disagree,
No rabid puppy’s evil league could troll you,
Nor faceless minion, ilk nor manatee;
If you accept no magic bullets fix this,
And get back to the spirit of Worldcon,
Yours is the Rocket, and everyone’s shortlisted,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Fan, my son!