Skype' You are a Scourge
I Try to read the verse
Line to line
'Skype' pops in
And stops the rhyme
Reading quality writes
Verse to verse
Giving them respect
For the rehearse
Tsira,
Greenwolf,
And Dee Daffodil
Writes sure to put a smile
On your grill
For 'SKYPE' your
Such a scourge
Taking and replacing
Fine writings
Leaving me with an urge
To push my computer to the verge
For I plead
To the authorites
Mercy
Mercy
(And not in french)
My stomach Knotted by
A wrench
My cry! , my cry?
And deafness I must defy
Can you really hear me sigh? ?
Its replacation
Toxic poision
Its transmission
Producing Progeny
Likes of the such: (
'Be Romantic'
So innocent is its touch
'Whats your credit score'
Luring me to a financial door
'Who is searching for you? '
What else is new?
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poem by Howard Johnson
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