The Love Song of J. Alfred (Vanx) Verb-Ops

I trod the circuits but a year,
Traversed the world around the clock
In search of kindred gondoliers
In vast canals of babble-talk.

My chart was sometimes to amuse,
Sometimes I went with travelogue.
At times I managed to confuse
Assorted readers of my “blog.”

And sometimes I myself, aghast,
Would read, bewildered, what I wrote.
Sometimes a story from my past,
So carefully hid, was set afloat.

I got stuck once,…well, maybe twice,
And gave the plug a little yank–
I thought to put my soul on ice
And lay my oeuvre in the tank.

But something brought me back again
To this beleaguered enterprise
To finish what I started when
I launched my Internet franchise.

And now I feel I’ve done just that,
My sense is that the job’s complete.
Now, in my off-line habitat
I ponder in the world of meat

The meaning of my year on line–
These pictures and those maunderings,
This circus that one might define
As mainstreet psychic-laundering.

The answer, friends, is to the right
At “Cassowary’s” blog-a-roll.
What have I gained by working nights?
A worldwide web of kindred souls.

And I hope I didn’t offend nobody—
Vanx