Some god out there randomly released its wrath
on me - poor, unsuspecting, innocent, ignorant
with no idea of how a modern plague attacks.
It's nothing like the old days,
when a million locusts ate your crop.
Today it's as small as just one bug
who chomps away at unseen things
deep inside a place you've never been.
Anonymously messages appear, continuously haunting,
interfering with my peace.
Any patience I religiously cultivated
ideas of toilets, sewage, damage and hell.
Having no clue as to what to do.
I raised my arms in despair.
When I was almost willing to end it all,
as mysteriously as it came, it disappeared.
Oh no. It's back!
(Submitted to Dverse poets where Brian challenges us to write about mass media.)
This is not much of a poem. Sorry. I'm just trying to express, while disguising my very intense frustration at a %$#**$# bug that's hit my blog. I got about 100 anonymous comments on my last blog post daily. They all were related to water, toilets, etc. Today I thought maybe Blogger had fixed the problem, but before I finished writing this, I got two more anonymous comments. Arrrrgggg!!!