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
but still my fingers stumble word by word
eeking out a half-arsed poem to
show you I don’t care.