No-one gives a shit about your blog. It’s official. There was a meeting. Didn’t you get the memo? Nobody cares what you think. It’s no longer a secret. No-one has to fake an interest in your problems, read your posts, click your affiliate links, look at ‘cute’ pictures of your cats, or listen to what you have to say. Life is short. People are busy. Leave them alone.
Oh, we know you’ve had your suspicions. But now, the cat is out of the bag and talking to the press. The world has had enough of you. Your friends are in on it too. They even paid someone to spell it out to you in words that you’d understand. And, because you’re so pretentious, they insisted that he write it as a poem:
We Who Are Your Closest Friends
Philip Lopate, 1943
we who are
your closest friends
feel the time
has come to tell you
that every Thursday
we have been meeting
as a group
to devise ways
to keep you
in perpetual uncertainty
frustration
discontent and
torture
by neither loving yo…
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