I guess it was inevitable. To see my poems spawning ads. It sucked at first, I felt cheap, exploited. Then, I was curious. What kind of ads was I attracting? “Rose” about a withdrawn teenager, attracted ads about orchids and other flowers. “Torch Run,” ads about the Olympics and travel. I know it’s only a matter of time, that we’ll all be playing with this feature, writing specifically to get certain topics.

The ads pop up based upon key words in the title, I think. Google has a pointless “link everything to everything” policy uniting the meaningless to the beautiful (your piece). Were you to title your piece “Viagra Buggies Hamburgers Albums Penis Enlargement,” well… you get the idea.

I think I’m going to write a poem called “Donkey Death at One” just for the adds.

Ya know, the ads go away when you buy a PROlific account.

Hey, Steve, I have a PROlific account, but can I have the ads too? I like ads since most of my pieces are dirty. I mean my stories of course, not actual pieces of myself, which are all reasonably clean.

Ha. That has to be the strangest request I’ve ever had. ;-)

Thanks. I aim to please.