by Al Pastor
This Page Cannot Be Displayed.
So you say.
Would the stubbornness have anything to do with my unwillingness to pay?
What are you hiding?
And what happened to your scale that was
supposed to be sliding?
Could this request now rest with the NSA?
Or, would you simply prefer I try back later today?
Tell me this: How do I know Google isn’t watching closely,
as I surf quietly, distracted, morosely?
Requested page, you can’t – or won’t – be displayed?
I remind you the world is just a click away.
And another thing I wish to convey.
The next time you’re trying to make the digital scene,
Do me a favor, page. Don’t darken my screen.