Stanley Spencer (1950)
In an age of alternate facts, I can
conveniently declare my undying etc
without fear of misconstruction:
Don’t hold me to it, please.
So long as I make my denial
on Twitter, the whole wide world
(or my handful of followers)
will know you got it all wrong.
When I said, I loved you,
I meant ‘love’ in the generic sense:
a word we give away with a click
or select from a range
of colourful and convenient emojis…
(I have one with a single tear I’ll send your way.)
A bit of fun for The Tuesday Platform and Poets United Midweek Motif, hosted by Susan.