To the Author of An Obscene Poem

(The poem that I thought obscene was not found on Soup. This was hurriedly written as a response to a writer I had been reading, but who posted the most vile trash about his own wife. It was meant as a rebuke to him. I had intended to leave this only a day or two, but the reads indicate that it needs to stay. To the Author of an Obscene Poem By Elton Camp To readers, you gave warning clear: To this, my post, do not come near. Yet, I read it all just the same, So, you sure aren’t to blame. “Graphic” and “Obscene” Not the same do they mean. Thoughts like yours are a blight And so are best kept out of sight. There we learn how you hate your wife Though she once was the love of your life. Your poem is a disgraceful mess Littered with cursing and distress Perhaps it was merely meant As a means for you to vent. Such thing you write and hide away. Never should it see the light of day. The day you may come to rue When your wife decides to sue. It would well you behoove Such libel to be able to prove. What we put online so free Is right there for all to see. It takes on a life of its own And may never truly be gone. It could be that your own child May come to see how you reviled. And in these days it is not a sure bet That employers won’t check the Internet. So that consequences you won’t meet, I urge you now to punch up “Delete.” The longer online it does stay, The harder to make it go away.