from the musky mist
of anonymous readers,
all takers of low repute,
stopper-by's on a voyage of
self pleasuring

I give you my pain,
my infrequent joy,
my five sensory historical compilation
of voyeuring into
a multi-felled, a multi-celled
organism

and u can't lift a finger
to acknowledge
your presence

here is my rule of opposable thumbs,
Mary Elizabeth,
read not the last line,
read not the last chapter
like a novel,
a cheap way,
a teenage way to
decide what to read

if you read a poem all the way thru,
top to bottom,
if it holds you enough to make you
go thru
the whole of a body of art,
if you hated it or loved it,
or just sniff indiff

the mere fact that it held you
the mere fact that you held it,
means that in some manner
you liked it, or it captured
your lazy eye

so don't be a lazy ****,
click the like button,
otherwise
you are just a john or a *****

did you like that last line?
2:48 am