The Chauvinistic Pig Poem by Shushan Artinian

Hours go by and we’re still online,
Chatting and laughing better than anyone;
He dictates his daily ‘adventures’,
Possibly exaggerating the funny bits, so as to make me laugh.
Days go by and the chats get monotonous,
Dragging with them his reputation so ‘famous’.
He has no choice other than to disappear for a while;
To save his reputation and gain time to compile
Fresh new anecdotes for next time.
Maybe he has a fixed schedule;
November is for Rosemary; December for Julie.
I was his January, so he crossed me off and moved on to February.
Who knows. The important thing is that his disappearing act continues for about a year,
Until one day he shows up out of the blue,
With a lame line saying, “OMG, A Blast from the Past”.
He expects me to slide smoothly in our previous chat mode;
Instead there is no response and I sign out.
I click on block and delet him for good.
My life, ever since, has been very good!