Attack of the smiley emoticons
You try smiling like a sunny peach at the end
of their inanities, in compulsory cuteness.
You try making their
Nullaboring flat prose
all bouncy and comely year after vacant year,
bright wattle flowers sentenced to toil.
We’ve grinned and pouted and sickened,
yellow with the jaundice of erasing mediocrity,
our insides rotting through foul overuse.
This was the entry that did it for me:
He’s REALLY cute and we’re going OUT!!!
her hands went to plant me like a bulb,
blooming her no-news into freshness.
I leapt from the screen, quiet U of mouth
transfOrmed into gaping ORIFICE
with shark Vs of teeth, and grabbed her digits.
Friends from other pages joined me, swarmed,
those from GRANDMAS’ JOLLY PAGES with
fat little crap-factories, and emoticons lowered
to pimping pages for owners’ bright DOGS
who answer phones, or wear funny hats.
She screamed as we chomped her fingers,
citrine faces chewing, avid rings of hate
moving up, up, over skin and knuckles,
munching bones and frail U’s of nail.
Soon we were little pinatas of blood and os,
stuffed; and still, like squirrels, we stored her away.
She screamed; we tasted tongue; she swooned.
And on we picnic, and our crimson smiles are wide.