the Skippable**
Some people, like ads that play on screen,
A fleeting moment, a passing scene.
They interrupt our lives, they break our stride,
And leave us wishing they would hide.
They talk too much, they never stop,
Their words a torrent, a never-ending crop.
They drain our patience, they wear us thin,
We long to skip them, to begin again.
But some, like ads that we enjoy,
A welcome break, a pleasant ploy.
They entertain us, they make us smile,
And leave us wanting more, for a while.
So let us choose, the ones to keep,
The ones to skip, to make us sleep.
For in the end, it's up to us,
To sort through all the fuss and muss.
About the Creator
Juliusly
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