Day after day
I bite my tongue.
I watch the inflated egos
of the "chosen one".

Day after day,*
oh reader,
I read for fun.
But there's greatness here,
wit there, and some I wish
I had never begun.

Day after day
I log on.
I type, I edit, reword
each work
until it frees
truth from my soul.

Day after day,
I wonder,
How does spam become trending?
A sign of the times,
Advertisement disguised as rhymes?
Or maybe a sign
our time*
is ending.

Day after day,
is there anyone even reading?
I'd love to know,
what makes you read
or go.
Are the clicks of your mouse
on these little hearts
misleading?
Or is the only reason,
for you fleeting
Devotion
to this site
your
" poetic "
**ego?