I speak for all the poems here <br />in thanking the management <br />for removing the ads <br />that were draining off our blood. <br /> <br />For example, when a poet <br />used the phrase 'grapes of wrath', <br />the words appeared in blue <br />and a click took the reader <br />off, off, to an ad for a video, <br />an anger management program — <br />who knows what? <br /> <br />I'm a poem, I don't go off reading ads, <br />I'm complete in myself <br /> <br />but suddenly, well how would it feel <br />if your veins, the blue blood vessels <br />inside you, were siphoned off somewhere? <br /> Would you like that? <br /> <br />We poems didn't like it either. <br />We like to think <br />we have integrity. <br /> <br />I thought I was going crazy, <br />couldn't hold a thought. <br /> <br />Now it's back to how it was: <br />I can stand quietly, <br />like a tree in an ancient grove, <br /> <br />until someone comes to contemplate me, <br />walking all around me in a leisurely way <br />while standing in my embracing shade.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ding-dong-the-ads-are-gone-we-poems-are-thankful/
