“block of text”

Written for:  The Twiglets #151 – “block of text”

I walked around the block and was assaulted by a wall of trite text.

You are blocked
from ever using
that text.

block of printed text
left out on a stormy night
letters drip nonsense

A woman who lived on the next block
was forced to put all she owned in hock.
Fleeced like a lamb
by a clever scam
now a pawn shop displays all her stock.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to “block of text”

  1. Jules says:

    Now-a-days ‘Text’ has taken on a whole new meaning with Cell Phones…
    I can see images in regards to that in your verses.
    The limerick – times are tough all over. 😉

    Like

  2. Misky says:

    Ooooh, the poor woman!

    Like

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