Spam
You can’t help yourself,
I know. It’s indiscriminate,
this flail-handed need.
You hurl it at the masses.
Unsolicited cheap-meat
mail shot pretensions.
Fling it at every wall.
See what sticks,
even if it stinks.
Conversation like spam.
Shoved at me, one-sided,
no interaction required.
Just that I buy into this.
A half-baked recipe
to stake your popularity.
You’ve worked hard.
Read some self-help bible.
Social marketing. Networking.
How To Make Friends And…
At least your material is green:
relentlessly recycling a mulch
of wit’s soggy leavings.
Cut and paste sentiments.
99% of people who read
are tuning out right now.
Your conversation is spam.
Bloating and over-processed.
I’ve broken my tin opener
and gone vegetarian.