from the Wimpole Street collective

fourteen billion

Fourteen billion ears
and not a pair to listen
Fourteen billion eyes
Ignore the running captions

Seven billion tongues Wag 24/7
on worldwide web Still,
bosoms burn and burst
Ne'er a lack of words to display

Keyboard fingers clenching:
Cacophonous asphyxiation
and the clacking of keys
oh, but I hear them still

Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-10-10 at 01:25

Tags Galateus  Crypticbard  Arkayye 

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
You clearly need a soft touch keyboard! However, seriously, I get where this poem is 'coming from'. What we clackers need to know is that at least some of the eyes read those words and take note of them... even for a few seconds. (Even though that is quite an ask since there are likely to be fourteen billion other clackers! ((Not all of them artistic clackers))