Poetry

You Don’t Have To Read It, But Please Scroll Through

by Gustave Deresse

Photo by PAYAL ASTHANA on Unsplash

The
apocalypse.

I mean —

Dear reader,

if
I have to explain the joke,
then
you don’t belong
here.

I kid,
because I
can
explain.

For non-writers — readers? —
on the
platform:

Writers are payed for
the time
you spend — at minimum —
appearing
to read our
material.

Also, in most
cases,
writers are readers—
particularly
those
present
at this time.

Okay,
no more
bolding
for emphasis.