A paranoid poet’s plea

Where has everyone gone?
It’s been thirty seconds;
no visitors;
no clicks:
no likes;
no comments;
not one single one.

It’s over!
no-one likes me;
now I must stop looking
at my own blog stats;

Tearfully,
reluctantly;
must stop!
must stop!
or this bus I’m driving
is going to crash!

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011 

 

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5 thoughts on “A paranoid poet’s plea

    • I think it’s the loo, or WC or something. Or maybe it’s bathroum. Don’t the English like sticking random Us in places?

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