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on being a cyber artist - a poem

The joys of being a cyber artist
Are most apparent when my presence is truly missed
Because people wait for my art
Like people wait for the obligatory fart
After eating too many beans
For breakfast

People want me to do an update
While I am on a lunch date
So they can read my thoughts
And agree with me

People want my drawings
To brighten up their mornings
But it’s so hard to do
Because I don’t live in the same time zone as you
And during my morning walk to the bathroom
You are in your routine late afternoon
And miss my art that day

I am constantly improvising
Poems and ideas
Under bridges, under cedars
So I can share them with you
Because you want me to
And I like to do what you want

People are always complimenting me
And from what I can see
In google analytics
I am popular in so many places
With a variety of faces
And the same ones too
Because I get compliments by you