Seething since 2000*
Your poems are too long; I don't read them (in fact I barely have the energy to scroll ... this intranetting format being so unsuited to any role, except that of lurker &/or troll. Your life has gone on far too long; I can't read between its lines, can't bring myself to think, in fact, of anything at all to bray. But as they say you've still got your health, & just think of all the bits you won't need to expend in the future. I'm too lazy; I didn't bother checking first before hammering away at the keys. But I don't care & won't be staying long. In fact I'm already gone, on to my next blog. Too late, dumb rhymer!