Pitiful

So I know this is terrible, and a feeble attempt at wit and imagery and deepness and whatnot, but it is my first (and possibly least embarrassing) poem.

I need work, I know, but I wanted to post something. So here it is. Enjoy.

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I sit

and wait.

And I ponder

what is to come.

and what has preceded.

Ah! Finally!

That electric-blue beacon

of knowledge or news!

How eager I am to open and read.

The satisfaction is great.

This is what our lives

have come to

in this age.

Pitiful.

-R.J.-