Monday, 14 September 2020

Text You Later

Picture by: Laura Chouette @unsplash.com


 

Those words of text have got me vexed

Lacking warmth and prose

With its “if I must I’ll keep it short”

When judging mood one must suppose

 

The text is like a muffled mumble

Stripped bare of tenderness 

A naked note of slapped shortcomings

Of nothing more and so much less

 

A one-way send of little said

Inattentive by default

That is if one replies at all

To cause a freefall somersault

 

So who you are and where you stand

Your rating loud and clear

A put you in your place affront

Blandly distanced cavalier 

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