Dang Popups

Pop ups are so annoying invading personal space.

Like bamboo in the yard.

Like a sun shower without without a trace.

Like seeds in the brain

fingers click forest thick.

It popped up again. Dang!

Did God say you shouldn’t eat….Dang!

Don’t answer don’t click

It’s a down wicket.

A snake in a tree is a snake in the grass, a weydi raas.

That’s Jamaican for ‘what the hell?’ Pretell, Dang!.

Gairey