O Redator

I saw you skipping my page
Maybe you just want to read later
I didn't care to be so direct
Maybe you'll notice that later

I've always been treated very well
In the midst of these lines I've already written
They followed through the things I said
But half of it says
It's all versification
Of some story I redid

I remember having to explain
How these things work
I avoid having to think
That the best phrases are gone
And won't return to their place
To the same draft that delivers
Thousands of information
That not everyone

I thought about writing down everything you say
It would make a great article in the newspaper
In the entertainment section or something
Since you never get to the end

I've always been treated very well
In the midst of these lines I've already written
They followed through the things I said
But half of it says
It's all versification
Of some story I redid

I remember having to explain
How these things work
I avoid having to think
That the best phrases are gone
And won't return to their place
To the same draft that delivers
Thousands of information
That not everyone clings to

Is everything okay with you?
It's been a while since you wrote
I miss reading so much
Your mass-produced texts
Write something, please, my dear
And remember to sign at the end of the page

I remember having to explain
How these things work
I avoid having to think
That the best phrases are gone
And won't return to their place
To the same draft that delivers
Thousands of information
That not everyone clings to