Poasting

A Poem

Poasting

Make you a little poast and post it up,
For all the world to see your glorious meme;
They share it wide and maybe tap the thumb,
Save it, heart it, and now you feel seen.
“But seen by who?” It niggles in your mind,
Which unknown eyes despise your poaster’s pride?
What hot goth pines to kiss you with a like?
Will King of Tweets find humor in your lines?
A hard way be the memer’s weary road:
Half scribe, scribbling at his computer desk,
Half priest, baptizing jokes into the fold,
And folded in, forgotten with the best.
    The poaster’s paradise is hard to tell
    From crowded loneliness of poaster’s hell.

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