Potatoes

Wattdementia

'Nothing comes back from the dump!'

We're losing stories one by one;
we've lost all functionality.
Our Armageddon has begun -
the death of Advertality.

For when our masses realize
we're leakier than a sieve,
they'll up and leave in droves. 'Bye-byes
Now that we can't forgive!'

Admit to nothing. Just a glitch.
Don't panic. We are on it.
And what has gone? Some also ran,
or geriatric sonnet?

We're losing stories two by two;
we have no space to keep 'em.
Our vacuum team will do the do,
and permanently sleep em.

If not well read or famous now
it doesn't really matter.
There goes another garbage scow
old memories to scatter.

The stars will have new cabinets
the very best of discs;
the masses they can place their bets
in sieves that sail the risks.