Notions and feelings
Of spangled delight
Magical insights
And perilous plights
Fabulous fancies
Emotional flights
Cunningly captured
To scroll by my eyes
The Ineffable effed
With Ingenious craft
Intriguing and colourful
Utterances
The work of the wordies
The clever and bright
Entrance me
Romance me
And heal me tonight
The page stands before me
A title is clicked
A new page has opened
Revealing a text
But wait...
Is this possible? …
How can it be? …
There’s a thing called a “fart button”
Blinking at me.
Not subtly winking like stars in the sky
But incessantly STROBING
And blindingly bright
My pupils reacting
Impossibly challenged
Ten seconds of this
Will do permanent damage
Great God Almighty
I can’t even see
What could have possessed them
To do this to me
Is it some kinda mind control
Some kind of add
Or were they just pissed
Or a tad fucking mad
Like a turd in a restaurant
A crow in choir
A nun in a brothel
An Iceberg on fire
Cocaine in baby food
Or a knife in the back
Some things are just WRONG
And this is like that
Sometimes the best of us
Make a mistake
Some things are forgivable
Other things ain’t
How much do I know
To speak out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
There’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
(Umm... err... apologies to Bob D
from whom I plagiarised the last verse.
Yer welcome to all the royalties Bob)
David S Dennis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/93-fart-button-blues/
