it’s a read
white &
kinda day–
pithy quotes
bordering
on unwashed
directives
begging the question
who are these people?
sanctimonious–do they
see though veneer?
Give me your tired
rhetoric,
you’re poor
grammar,
your peddled
message,
in the land of the algorithm,
and home page you save,
it‘s fittin’ to remember
the Encyclopedia Britannica
–less inundated, and
less informed,
its banner
days
lacked bunting
–awning without
sun.
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