The Sale Of Bumper Stickers Has Declined

The Sale Of Bumper Stickers Has Declined

The pain of living at the bleeding edge.
My mother doesn’t like my poetry.
She had a stalker back when I was young.
A diff’rent era, Nineteen Seventies.
He sent her letters, poems in the mail.
The writings of a nature, sexual.
I think that he approached in public once.
When all this happened, I was unaware.
She only told me at some later time.
Not sure if a restraining order signed.
Back in the age before the Internet.
My poems posted here no triggers, make.
My wizard mother, Facebook, doesn’t use.
The factor of my creepiness, reduced.
The sale of bumper stickers has declined.
Now in this medium where we express.