after the scythe cleared away too much staff
pivoting to Plan B with specious polling
allowing the worst to return or think about it
babbling about freedom, giving out wedgies
just like high school bullies spraying insecurity
using bandwidth to post pix of guns and diet soda
saying hey they’re talking about Twitter Bird again
as the wounded satellite crashes to Earth
creating a desert where information and connections
once united a fragmented world
before you spent your billions
to dent something you’ll never understand