You Might Forget Me

And I don't hold it against you

Photo by Denny Müller on Unsplash

You might forget me
And I don’t hold it against you
There's a lot to scroll through,
And swipe, and pinch in reverse

My face does not benefit
You when expanded
I only have one dad joke
And I can’t make you rich

But I am special to this house
I am here, where I am
In the dim light of my lamp
Not the brightness of neon

I’m only viral when
I have a cold (no jokes left)
And to be honest,
I'm happy here, warm