June 19, 2014 
An Interlude
on Internet
is Interim
of Inner fret
a stunted
pinhead
Interact
a
sightless
soundless
bunch of crap
a call to space
that’s missing
eyes
too much face
in Urls & Guise…
©Karen Robiscoe
Internettin’
leaves me frettin’
gettin’ nuthin for my woes…
‘Hoped my little
rhymes & riddles
would tittle—
late, but no.
Spending lots
of time & thought
is not enough for audits
—bangin’ elbows
strokin’ blowholes
goes along
with plaudits…
Next recourse
is shooting horse
all puns of course
—intended.
Now that’s said
it’s cleared my head
My dread therefore
expended.
©Karen Robiscoe
Charron's Chatter 
So far I haven’t found anything you write to be even potentially offensive. People are sensitive and youre awesome!
Marissa–I agree. The whole interaction thing has screwed up writing–changed it–by and large. There’s a “defense” mechanism that’s necessarily triggered by discussion, since discussion is so often charged…
and GBY, my child–imagine a small game of pattycake with vaguely religious connotations…;)