#tbh,* our days are linked
By a series of tags
From hash brown mornings
To grammed hash brags
Our days are filled- with
On screen notifications.
Hash tags steer our way;
How we feel and what we say.
Before I lay my phone
On the bedside table
I take One last peek to see:
Glowing flattened crystal ball
"Mirror, mirror in my hand,
Am I merely her #mcm?"
Or a has been #bff, perhaps
In couple of days her latest #tbt
Read #mcm as 'man crush monday'
Read #bff as 'best friends forever
Read #tbt as 'throw back thursday'
Poets are human too
Some flood the threads with copious texts,
Others comment like a troll on speed...
Several will promote and spam and solicit,
A few gush and audibly sigh lugubriously.
Many are avowed grammar nazis and
Forever dredge the net to criticise and berate;
While the rest debate and opinionate tenaciously.
Some rhyme too much and some not at all.
Some are social butterflies and hardly write.
Some are fadnatics, snobs of haute littérature..
But each one feeds and feels and faints;
Each fawns and fears and fights...
Every poet, we hope is fully human;
Part god, part mad... a genius, a thinker,
Generous of heart and elocutionally sartorial.
All poets understand they truly don't,
But never give in and pursues with valiant resolve:
Thusly affirming that poets are human too!