"I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!"
Emily Dickinson, they say, wrote
that poem and more for the drawer;
like a diary, she was lockable
and secret, but now
we touch-of-a-button publish
any trivial or revealing
thought in a WorldWideWeb log --
like Oscar Wilde, we keep a diary
to have something scandalous to read
on the cyber-train.
There is no bog
of admiring readers, only the Blog
and a hell of a lot
of writers croaking their name,