How wearisome your shallow ploys,
Your flattery, your noise
You think to pass for comment.

Have you no job? No self-respect?
Do you spend your time with eyes half-closed
And cut and paste
And think your time be well-spent?

What am I to you?
Digested food you slither through,
I see you, pale worm, eyes half closed
(If eyes you have) in the lightless tract

And hell-bent

To make your daily pennies back.

Well you’re the fool.
There’s no one here.
No one to click your trickster links.
No one to make you clever as you think
you are.

No one to render time you waste to
Time well-spent.