There were two

Pop Ups


The other day while I was working,
my phone rang and I, knee jerking,

Answered and it was Hillary speaking.
Listening to her lurking squeaking.

She kept on glibly yapping away,
wouldn't let me get a word in edge way.

My answer to that one way pace,
was to hang up in her server's face.

And then on my computer screen,
a page pops up to ruin my dream.

Like an annoying salesman at the door,
my life is filled with pop-ups, galore.

An Emperor's widow has money to launder,
as if I had big bank accounts to squander.

I'm required to install this third-party app,
needed for this, for that, yap, yap, yap.

I turn the page to the index's direction,
an ad pops up like an invading erection.

My doorbell rings and a guy's at my door,
they are in the neighborhood--bargains galore.

A pimple pops up in the mirror to my rage,
why do I get "love bumps," at my age?

Got a unexpected present from a friend.
In my face! Will these pop-ups ever end?



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Jack-in-the-Box © Toy Hall of Fame Strong Museum of Play

It seems like, more and more,
little annoyances are at our door.

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