Thursday, September 2, 2021


you can't be bothered to reply
to my morning wake up hello;
you tell me you're just looking for conversation
not play, and apparently not me too;

I've vanished from your radar,
though you still hold me in check...
I can't tell if you've forgotten
or you think to hold everything back;

but six ways from sundae,
I'm the petty king,
I ran analytics on our chatter,
and it told me all the things;

I'm eighty five (ish) percent
of every message sent.
I know when you're most likely to reply,
and it's not today or yesterday;

you prefer Luna and Tiw
to Widen, Thor, or Friga;
give Saturn and Sol a pass...
next week I'll try again.

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