platform

I am to write every day,

blogging my heart in 1’s and 0’s

fog-horning for your attention on

fragile platforms that don’t give a damn my dear,

giving my dollars to boost my post

seeing no dimes from each blood, sweat and tear,

‘cept the cents ‘rushing in’ from

irrelevant ads that push my words to the floor.

yet here I sit in my quiet little room,

clacking keys, wracking brain cells just to

articulate my disdain

all the while backstage my brain says

don’t –

don’t share

don’t boost

don’t plead

but still my fingers stumble word by word

eeking out a half-arsed poem to

show you I don’t care.