Reflecting
Look
If you're an Author
You've just got to hate the web
Why?
Legacy!
See
Today
When a reader don't like you
CTL-ALT-DEL
(Said control-alt-delete)
(Because that's how you're taught)
((Ed.s Note: Use trained or educated from now on please))
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Explanation for the Modern Reader
C it's like this. Us old readers remember when, well, if we got a book we didn't like, we would return it, like to the library or bookstore, or put it on a shelf to be forgotten and then told by the wife/mother/partner to get rid of 'all that old crap' and it would sit in closet/garage forgotten. So it took some effort to get rid of things we didn't like. And a lot of people are lazy (Don't feel bad, Science says it's our genes) so it would hang around until liebenstraum was needed once again and disposed of via a garage/store/library sale where's it's bought by someone to be read later. Unfortunately the couch leg broke so it sat under there for five years before they were evicted for non-payment and they put it in storage which they couldn't keep up the payments on so it got sold in a lot at auction to a used goods dealer who placed it in the 2 for $1 bin where it sat until he retired whereupon his family sold it with the estate and that dealer took what he wanted, gave the rest to the local thrift store who noticed that the cover was torn and threw it in the garbage bin where it was collected and now sits rotting in a a municipal dump.
That, my Modern Reader friends, is Legacy.
About this poem
From my upcoming book Obvious-ly
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Written on January 01, 2021
Submitted by RickthePoetWarrior on January 19, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Characters | 1,508 |
Words | 297 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1 |
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