I Want to Leave You With My Passwords
by Carl Santoro
I mean
let's be real.
My e-mails will
fill up,
begging for both
attention and deleting.
Credit card companies
are holding
My Rewards,
a buried treasure
of sorts,
the gold of which
you must adorn
yourself with.
IRA's, Keoghs, CD's
from a string of
banks, proudly
displaying posters
of false sincerity.
The Amazons,
the EBays,
the PayPals,
the myriad stores
all privileged to
harbor my secret codes
to unlock my
incredible buying power.
And finally,
my Facebook personal page.
My expression of daily
thoughts.
You must
transform it for me.
Post your favorite
image of me.
Wait for one last "like"
And then get out.
Get out and don't
look back.
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A Digital Age last will and testament. *
Sound about right! *
The last line. *
Tara, I was contemplating using an exclamation point at the end. Your thoughts?
Hmmm, I don't think I would. I like it the way it is. JMO.
I think an exclamation might get in the way at the end of the piece, Carl. Good poem on what has become/is becoming the necessary "secret codes" of our lives.
Thank you Tara and Sam. Community input keeps me on the real!