to the commenter

to the commenter,

should i say you have made me happy

that my meaningless scribbles made you comment

or should i lament

that i could not make sense to you at all

thanking you would not be enough

for you have spared your virtual ink

on commenting on my identity in brink...

or how shall i put it...shrink?

no link?

just a blink?

stink?

think...think...think...

oh, maybe...Sink?

complaining about it would

make me a complainer

and that is the least i want to be

..cause i would be a bragger or a beggar

but not a complainer...

complaining has led me to this...and that

shit and shat...does the verb count...

this nonsense paramount

surrendering to self praise

would not be of any grace

for i lack grace,

and i would lose face....

does it matter when i lack grace?

to the commenter,

whoever you are...

near or far....

( twinkle twinkle little star)

(juice in the jar)

why did you comment?

for you have led me to believe

that i exist...

that i perspire....and smell...and stink..

but it matters...for you have commented..

..it proves...

I EXIST!