Hello blogging my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a dozen emails for me
Left me feeling slightly guilty
And the guilt that was planted deep inside my brain
It may be grounds for violence.
In half an hour I have at home
(That’s half an hour when I’m alone)
I have to race to fold laundry,
I barely have time to pee,
When the kid who was meant to be in bed gets up and whines
My mind can’t form a sentence.
But in my Reader tab I saw
Ten thousand blog posts, maybe more
Blog posts that I haven’t read
Unanswered are the comment threads
People writing posts that deserve my time and more
Who’s keeping score?
I think I need some guidance.
“Meh,” I said, “I’d rather go
“And read a book or watch a show
“And yet I feel I should prob’ly read a few
“I should write something, yeah, that too
But my words, they get lost in the lack of time
I’ll write “feelin’ fine”
Or offer up a pittance.
And yet here I still remain
It’s probably because I’m vain
Who doesn’t like the comment love?
I’ll stick with it when push comes to shove
These days, the voice of the people is written on Facebook walls
And off-hand scrawls
I’d never wish it silent.
(Okay, picture me staring soulfully into the camera like these guys. That’s how I feel. Really.)