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…someone to actually respond to something I write and/or request?
I doubt any owl or turtle can help solve this one.
But, I am dying to know what good it does to LIKE a request post and never follow up with input. Is that the equivalent of “I’ll get back to ya” in all things LIKE-able? Wherever you can LIKE something, there good intentions sit ineffectively.
What am I talking about (if you don’t already understand or see what posts of mine fit this description)? I’ve posted inquiries and minor “contests” which might get one response if I am lucky.
So, go ahead and LIKE this post when you see/read it. Add it to your bulletin board like one more autumn leaf waiting to fall among the clutter. It’s only worth a fraction of a something to the host site that accepts your “clicks” like currency. And, who doesn’t want to make this place richer while not making a dime?
Writingbolt's Creation 
You Don’t Bring Me Pleasurrre…Anymorrre
Tags: Barbra Streisand, blog, comments, data usage, humor, likes, lyrics, Neil Diamond, opinion, pleasure, rewrite, social media, song, technology, usage, wordpress, you don't bring me flowers
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This one goes out to all you tech heads running this space.
You don’t bring me commeeeents.
You don’t lead me to lasting friendshiiips.
You hardly show me anything helpfulll, anymorrre,
When I log in during the downsiiide of my solituuuude.
I remember when this was all fresh and new;
And, flashing signs promised so many pleasing options.
You used to welcome me with that little light.
Now, I’m lucky if it ever shines.
When it’s good for you, WordPress,
It still sucks for me.
Well, you just roll over;
Roll out your new format
And tell me to update my technology.
Because you don’t bring me pleasurrrre, anymorrrre.
It used to be so simple. [Used to be.]
But, nothing ever is.
Just like breathing in all of the pollution,
Your place is littered with lousy biiiz.
WordPress, I’d say I remember all the things you taught me,
But then, I learned them before yooou.
I learned how followers are often nothing but cons, mindless drones and thieves.
And, how LIKES mean next to nothiiing.
Well, I also learned how to limit my usage
And apply my time to better thiiings.
But, honestlyyy, what are better thiiings?
So, do you think I could learn
How to tell you goodbye?
Because you don’t lead me to lasting friendshiiip.
You don’t confirm my work has valuuue.
And you don’t really bring me pleasurrre…anymorrre.
[But, I’ll still be posting here until divine intervention points me to a better alternative…until the love runs out.]
lyrics by Alan Bergermeister and Nellie Emerald, sung by Barracuda Heartstrings