Monday, November 28, 2022

New Poem: EM

 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 

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