Post to weally weebly

Post now or die -
trying to weely,
weely, lack insight -
into the disease
of speaking, laughing
so loud the rafters sing
late at night,
when no one but
you.
See, the buttons
push, or respond,
how nice, quaint,
cultured the pearls
dress to impress
black words,
syllabic,
Russian immigrants.

It's mostly you and
a few other copy artists
who notice to glass,
the copyrights laws
that are clearly white,
read, for who would
care of posting lost
the race?
It's nearly over for,
well, never mind
the midpoint that
demands retracing
steps.
And you ask how
to interpret?

Free you weely, weely
will be behind the
counter when candy
will approach, no
crash into your cart -
it must be purchased.
The idea of placing it -
of tasting a little wax
mixed in for good
measure does sound
like a million to
one that a service
will deliver,
handily.
At this point you're
past deadline, slower
than fog, clouding
drips that chirp
for delight.

© 2013 Larry Ingram