Memes

Joyce Kilmer’s Trees, made into paper, made into screams

Photo by David Lindahl, Unsplash

I think that I shall never see a tree as ugly as a meme
An intrusive meme can be,
like logs jamming up a stream

My work pile doesn’t show much dent
I’m disrupted when a meme gets sent
Even dead trees, shine, after next summer’s fires,
Or trees of pine covered in electric wires

While my own cat sculpts fine art foxes
You send me clips of cats in boxes
Or a meme of perceived enemy
“getting owned” is sad to see
A meme that God looks at all day
And scowling, asks, THIS is what they say?

A meme with no robins in her hair
-Like your point — they fall dead from thin air
Seldom funny, cold, promoting pain
Your memes drip down like acid rain

Poems are writ by fools with dreams
But only Satan dreams up memes