Where Are All New Commentators?: A Satirical Poem
Tens of thousand readers visit your posts
only a handful swear your talent is great
all others playing some invisible ghosts
despite that "talent" being such a bait.
Of course, that loyal handful are so appreciated
while many have even become a dear friend
but after all that stuff that we have created
massive silence is hard to understand.
Are they blocked for a nasty comment
possibly telling us how we actually suck
but then other thought pops for a moment
that we are just writers with that kind of luck.
For it's not human-like to have nothing to say
just take a look at political You-tube news
tons of new faces appearing each day
leaving comments, adding to views.
Maybe we're not writing juicy enough stories
something that makes reader fuss and swear
stuff that's inspiring anger if not even worries
bursting with some emotionally engaging flair.
Maybe we should be writing those political lies
or just regurgitate someone else's great stuff
instead of appearing poetic, gentle and wise
we should make somebody's feathers fluff.
For it seems like only anger, disgust, and fear
act as a spur for responding with word or two
while your few commentators, loyal and dear
love what you write mostly because it's you.
The poem hasn't got anything at all to do
with ego desperate for written recognition
but it's merely wondering what may be true
about massive stalling of responding ignition.
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