Fluff
Maybe you were foaming at the mouth
Brain dead from reading so many poems now
That one more poem, my poem, was just too much
For you, depleted of original thought, to touch
And so you succumbed to the Horror I see
The “Great Work!” comment you left for me
I can only hope that in your stupor
You didn’t realize your false sounding blooper
Because I would hate to think that your message was Fluff
To stroke my ego, or because you couldn’t scrounge up
Even one nice thing to say
About my writing today
The question remains, haunting my brain:
Did you honestly like it and just take the short cut,
Or did you pump me up with a load of fluff?
1/31/12
Received 1st place in Carol's "Fluff" contest
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2012
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