Block Me, Block Yer Blues

 

Block Me, Block Yer Blues

 

You block me and I’ll block you,

a just and proper thing to do,

the way our lives have got to be,

is I’ll block you and you block me.

 

All platforms end with lovers dead,

foul open legs, like turkeys spread,

you’ll gobble up my words of dread,

and stuff them up your handbag.

 

Once open screen spit bilious spleen,

no more on chat rooms to convene,

binned trashcans built of broken dreams,

make silk thoughts into dishrags.

 

Photos snapped in goodness sent,

scratch with nails and hate ferment,

what once was fire we now resent,

poured on those boiling oils.

 

Sodden sod-offs we won’t lament,

sour lullabies sing me your torment,

what’s left of love I right repent,

to the losers send the spoils.

 

Now laminate your hate with care,

in fury do our soft eyes stare,

what once was fair is now unfair,

in blood that’s set to thicken.

 

The pulses in your neck have slown,

red spots upon your brow have grown,

search the symptoms on your phone,

my breath does make you sicken.

 

I’ll block you and you block me,

free fingered digital amputees,

shoot spiteful shivers thru and thru,

as you block me and I block you.