I'm Not Giving You The Time Of Day! Poem by Genice Lorraine De Fabriciano

I'm Not Giving You The Time Of Day!



People are dying, Here! , ..Over there!
All over the Globe!
How Dare you?
Self centered, egotistical, narcissist!
Come on! Everyone knows what's up.
While looking the other way
Inflating your delicate ego..
What's wrong with you?
A clue,
I'm talking about you!

My time, ..not giving it to you!
My time? No way, José!
My ratings? No!
You won't get them deliberately, On Purpose!
As we are Social Distancing to flatten the curve of transmission
There you are..blah..blah..blah...
I was watching that channel..when you, and your entrage,
Butted in! Hello?
I was wanting to watch my programs, in Peace!
Uh, Not you!
Anything, anyone, just, Not you!

I Care about all the people that have become ill.
Don't you? Selfish..
We want news, ..Real News! Information about what our future holds.
We Care, Want and Need understanding about the Truth,
..not Misinformation! ..not Disinformation!
Our hearts are grieving, hurting, and breaking for the world!
Deeply touched by those affected by the Coronavirus,
Those recovering, ..amen...
Those that have passed on..rip...
Those that are dying now..prayers..
Those who don't know their future..prayers,
Those awaiting their fate..prayers..
Those of us..alive..
..US ALL!
Prayers to you, families, in mourning,
Prayers to families separated by their loved ones.
You just don't get it.
Mr.
We are watching because of Covid19
Not you!
You don't get the credit!
For Stealing my time
No more! No mas!
Click! ..there you are, Again!
Click!Click!
There you Are NOT!
From now on, this has to change!
I must, instantly,
Change The Channel!

I'm not giving you the time of day!
You don't get "Credit" for my ratings.

Your hands, and ego, are Stained,
With the lifeblood of those who fall,
Those you bury,
Blinded
By your blurry vision, ..
While you elevate yourself,
In their..Wake.

Wednesday, April 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: epitaph,global,mourning,rating,television,trump,usa
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A pandemic, while dealing with lies, misinformation, and disinformation
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