blue-pencil blues
I stare at the share
Aware that it’s old news
that views
will not be numerous
Could be humorous, a
Jokes on me kinda riff,
It being all too heavy a lift
to leave a comment and a like
Simultaneously
A twin cringe, like a poetry binge
with Lines out the door, and rhymes literally
littering the floor, and their is always
room to post just one more…
until…
it has been determined
there is really… just not
I’m aware of the glare
of my reflective stare
as I monitor how raw and often rare
those numbers…and
Well,
Mind’s up