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Scrolling through clouds, looking for stray wit,
But all I find are random ramblings –
Nothing to say and urgent to say it,
Clickbatey rants and cancelley gamblings.
They’re over before they’ve even started,
Afraid they’ll overload our brains.
So much hot air, mentally farted
From airhead blowhards and weathervanes.
Puffed-up vol-au-vents of text,
Finger-food with little flavour,
We swallow them whole and move on to the next
With nothing to chew and nothing to savour.
And yet, what is my bitesize verse
But an unasked opinion, a shouted letter ?
And surely these poems are even worse,
Cos they always think they’re somehow better…
The painting has nothing to do with the poem, I just like it.
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