poem

 The Age of Ads

You can even write a poem,

If that’s what you like.

And to let her know you mean it

You only have to pay a little extra.

At most, there will be a pop-up ad

Directing her to the flower site

Where she only has to pick the color

Of the vase for the bouquet you already paid for.

You don't have to, of course.

You can always slot into the basic plan

But truth be told, you’ll be lucky

If she ever sees it. 

Consider this: for an extra $12.99 per month 

She’ll receive a new poem every Sunday night

Written in the style of your most haunted work

By our in-house independent contractor

Who is wholly liable for any negative receptions 

Rest assured, she will know 

It arises from the depths of your darkest heart,

Something about the light she shines down there,

Whatever, it doesn't matter, you’re the poet, not us.

Think of the efficiency! No more wasting

Time waiting for manifestly obvious inspiration.

Trust your intuition!

A good marketing campaign aims

To eliminate all doubt. Impulse buy! Click click click. 

By now, we’re all tired of the song and dance

And are looking for a sure thing.

Let us help you!

Nobody wants to go back to the days

Of wondering what it means

When she answers on the first ring.

2/11/26