When people visit, do not poll
my heart belches, develops a hole
sole purpose, when I write
isn't to douse, inner smite
Attention,claps i devour
Ain't ashamed that I like them
so when you read and understand; you're
obligated to put your hand; and
Gather strength,develop a will
NO!NO! nothing to do with a quill
Just click your mouse, and help me douse
the flame of red, let a number sprout
I like the number, rising up
1 2 3 4 5, i get thumbs Up
no matter, hmm or speechless said
at least you have attention paid
Attention that a work requires
your poll believe me, does inspire
to write more, lengthy variety
develop my own brand and propriety
Society we stand here together
as writer friends, betrothed together
brother of mine, female friend you
if you will poll no one will sue
Just resolve when you open a post
either of foe or a dost
his heart and strength he gathered and wrote
Each word his, heart does dote
Even if false,reply him back
leaving without poll,is a smack
a slap on face, unworthy he; feels
betrayed, unnerved is he
There's never, dearth of passion
you poll with compassion, will add to it; not
bits or pieces, but big chunks;equal to a big slam dunk
His red number will push him too
to write more, improve too
improve he will, one day he'll pray
Bless Oh god! he will say
Bless him who polled on post
I don't know, he was foe or dost
A chick or dude, a mam or sir
a decision true, or on a spur
At least it helped, pull me through
the mental block, fear sooty black
he gave a hand, when i laid back
encouraged, through his poll
I wish I could hug coz
he bothered to,click the mouse
a man, woman must be too good; of heart
sitting somewhere in house.
