Poetry Thursday: I am the COMMUNICA-trix
Sometimes I think
nobody reads
communicatrix - dot - com
except old boyfriends
and people interested in the “trix” part.
They click here from Google
and Yahoo!
and comments I leave on D-Listed
(my dirty little secret)
expecting the hotness
and probably
the shortness.
Instead they find insanely long diatribes
about poop
and happiness
and the importance of sorting out your poop
if you want to find happiness
and they leave.
Quickly.
Of course
if I hammer on Microsoft
or talk about my sex life
or blog like a drunken pirate
they can’t get enough.
What’s an earnest
middle-aged
blowhard-evangelist of personal change
to do?
I want the eyeballs
but I want them to care.
Caring eyeballs—
that’s what I want.
So for all of you who came here
expecting sex
and gossip
and more sex
I’m sorry, kids—
despite the provocative name
(which I’m not living up to)
there’s no leather and latex,
no whips or crotch floss
no NSA
breathless confessions
or Dear Penthouse Forum—You’ll Never Believe What Happened to Me letters…
No gigantic cock
sexy cheerleaders
XXX porno
MILF-granny-hot carl-dirty sanchez
girl-on-girl action.
No pointy leather boots
bustiers
edible underwear
nipple rings
ball clamps
butt plugs
face masks
or restrictive clothing
here.
But if that’s what you’re into
I hear Carly has a corset…
xxx
c
With apologies to Robert Bruce, the really good poet who inspired me, and all other poets who actually get how to work in this form.
LINKY-LOOS:
Poetry Thursday is here.
Neil Kramer (Citizen of the Month), from whom I heard about Poetry Thursday, is here.
Carly Milne, who is hot and actually does own a corset, writes about lots of good stuff here.
Finally, really, really good blogging & poetry at Robert Bruce’s site, knifegunpen, here.
