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!
