this popup banner
colorful and evocative
of Goddess Good Luck
and Dame Good Fortune
this bold and dapper popup
with dollar signs everywhere
($ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $)
and so subliminally impregnating my mind
with the desire for money
(($ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $)
so in-your-face,
pokes me in my eyes
grabs me by my balls
and says:
YOU ARE OUR 1,000,000th VISITOR!
CONTACT the AWARDS DEPARTMENT
FOR YOUR REWARD!
the problem is
what I don’t understand
even days later, nay, a month later
the popup still says:
YOU ARE OUR 1,000,000th VISITOR!
CONTACT the AWARDS DEPARTMENT
FOR YOUR REWARD!
($ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $)
I mean how come I’m still the millionth visitor
a month later?
What, use my IQ?
Oh, you mean the popup world has been frozen
because I have not claimed the money
and because I haven’t contacted
the honorable AWARDS DEPARTMENT?
And all the money is waiting for me?
($ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $)
($ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $)
Oh what an honest popup world
that will freeze all banners
and all funds
until I, the valued millionth visitor
have claimed my due and my reward…
($ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $)
($ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $)
Honesty is alive and well,
frozen so it cannot escape
in the flashing popup world…
the popup people there could be looking for the 1,000,000th visitor fool...and you aren't one and they continue waiting! thanks for this write...liked the humour sarcasm and truth inside
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I would like to translate this poem
Somebody had to write this and you've done it so stylishly. If only..the popup world would freeze up, waiting on us, lol. What a dream that would be..(smile)