The ads are incessant, they never retreat,
My annoyance is boiling, it's hard to beat.
The screen is a battlefield, my eyes are the prize,
Like a thousand arrows, these ads pierce through my eyes.
I cannot escape, they follow me through the land,
The ads are a plague, they're spreading their command.
Enough is enough, I cry with a shout,
For if the ads continue, I will go without.
©jamielong
J