It won't get the washing done,
make the beds, pay the bills or make that call.
It won't bring back your lost love,
though it may hold out a cup of cold solace,
and it won't help in serenading a new love - in this day and age?
a poem! You're kidding! No, it'll sit smirking
on the page or computer screen, much too pleased with itself.
It won't try to prevent disease and death, but it yearns
for its own imprinted immortality -
so just see it doesn't get it, turn the page over,
click away, let it go