Comment.

With relish,
he deleted the comment,
not knowing
about worlds of hurt

lingering
just outside
of view.

My preserve
meant
nothing to him:

all he saw
was scorn,
and not much else.

As his finger
hovered above
the left-click pad

he wondered
whether
he was doing
the right thing.

'Nah!'
he thought.

Delete,
delete,
delete!

Ha-ha-ha-hahahahaharharharhahahahaha!

He went through each one
methodically
and
at the end
he felt,

well...
nothing at all,
really -

just
another day
in the life
of
some
faceless wannabe.

(Contradiction
and criticism
mean nothing
to some people:

all
they want
is
instant
gratification

and a stroke
that lasts
for several minutes.)