Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR (A Collection of Select Works... / The City That Never Sleeps)
E p i l o g u e...
An eerie silence in th' room, this evening,
a writer on th' keyboards' eye is sweeping
malignance painted on grim cyber-scape,
a canvass true wordsmiths deem disgrace.
Site negligence conjurs up 'cyber stalking',
spewing knowledge, carnal...filthy talking
in lieu of words gold and pure......erudite;
Seen enough, time to sleep, close th' night.
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Frank J. Ryan, Jr.
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