Angry Poetry

Are you thinking about a Vexodus from Medium?

I can’t be the only one.

Image by CatsWithGlasses from Pixabay

Dear Medium. I love you. I honestly do.
I’ve spent way too much time here
You know it’s true
But I’m sensing you really don’t care.

It hurts.

You tell me you’re changing things
Making it better ‘n all.
But you’ve taken a wrecking ball
to my pocket. All that’s left in there is lint.

For the love of God, take the damn hint.

I’ll wait and watch for a little longer, I owe you that.
My friends are still here but we’re all watching to see
Who will break first, roll up their mat
And find somewhere else to be.

There are other places that want us.

Cause Medium isn’t a diner, tips here aren’t free.
And we’re not hearing anything about anything dear sweet Coach Tony
It feels abusive now. It’s going on too long
I don’t think I’m the only one that feels something’s wrong.