Cinnamon Roll
A Poem
Cinnamon roll
Synonym troll
You’re a bit of a sticky wicket
Oops, I just wrote bot
Instead of bit
Hope you don’t get caught
Because that’s how you write now
Somehow
Someway
You still manage to publish nearly every day
But complain
When others do the same
You fill your stories with nonsense
Things that are unrelated
At first, I thought it was interesting
A different spin
But now I hate it
Because I see it for what it is
You write just the minimum
Then use wikis or other “sources” to fill the count
Is it worth it?
At best you’re getting about a few dollars a day
Oh, hurry!
It’s funny
You make a big drama
Or should I say trauma
About going away
But then you post anyway
So, it’s just for the clicks
The sympathy
Ick
This attention-grabbing makes me sick
It’s like a child
Doing anything to get a smile
Raise of admiration
For nothing more than bad behavior
Savor it while you can
Because maybe not today or tomorrow
But your hour is at hand
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Comments (6)
Nicely done.
A tiny bit of nonsense is always good for the soul, I say. (Unless someone is around who thinks you're having a stroke & calls an ambulance to take you to the hospital. Then it's not funny at all. No, not funny at all.) No, that's never happened to me. Why do you ask?
Oh this was an interesting way to put your feelings to the page, great poem!!!!
Damning! Synonym troll! Genius.
Hmmmmmm. Butter? Batter? Maybe I know the recipe. I knead to feed some Moore.
Loved your piece! And it’s true people do the bare minimum.