I never
understood
The Ones
who do not
follow..
and yet snoop
nevertheless.

Especially
The Ones
who chose
to cut me off,
upon a time..
what am I to them?
A performance?

Of course,
I am so flattered
that you think
my poems
are that good..
that you still
take the time
(out of your
busy day)
to see them..
even when
they aren’t
on your feed.

Or do I satisfy
some craving
for the tragic comedy
of train-wrecks in you?
I accept that kind
of seeing also..
yes, indeed.

Whatever brings
your weary eyes to me
and my absurdities..
you’re welcome here.
God bless!

I love my
sneaky readers..
but alas,
so very few of them,
in all good faith,
I’d ever call
my proper friends.