The Internet Trap, now
Bombardment of Ads,
Interference, not glad,
Like small bolts of lightening,
Dancing and jumping all over the place.
Like gnats and bigger ones flying like bats,
Swinging movements like slinky cats,
Hoping to trap all internet saps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It must work well for it to be so ubiquitous. It makes immediate gratification (and probably at least one kind of sense of regret) truly instant. Commercialism gone amok?