These words

These words

that trickle

down

the

screen

could not care

where they

have been

what role

they played

in 

famous verse

a speech

a curse

or something worse

it matters not

to words

like these

if they offend

or cheer

or please

they do not

mourn

a love betrayed

or wish a friend

who’s gone had stayed

nor on their

progress

to the bottom

care one wit

if

they’re forgotten

but rather

like

the drops of rain

that slide

across

a window pane

avoid

the fate

of

being part

of some dull poet’s

heartfelt fart

leaving

on

the

dirty glass

ghostly symbols

as they pass.

Author's Note

These words speaks for itself